Disclaimer: seriously…do I look like I own it?
This chapter has been fine tuned by my boyfriend since he went on for a page and a half about all the things I did wrong in the last chapter…including pointing out where I missed apostrophes…Anyway, onto the 2nd chappy!
A Team and a Chicken
"Oy! Katie!" Oliver called to his chaser; "Do you think you could aim at the posts at least? Not at Angelina?"
"She's making fun of me!" Katie exclaimed and glared at Angelina, who was wiping her streaming eyes and coughing from laughing. As she almost slipped from her broom, Alicia, who had flown up beside her, righted her. Katie made to fly towards them but was stopped by a disapproving sound coming from Oliver.
He glared at her and began his normal 'Katherine, please pay attention and act like a real Quidditch player and not a two-year-old' speech. He was interrupted by the need to duck as a bludger zoomed for his head. He looked in the direction it came from and saw George pointing to Fred, who in turn was pointing to George, both were grinning like maniacs.
As he was about to yell at the twins, he was interrupted by Harry, hovering a foot over the ground near the door to the Ravenclaw Locker Rooms. He raised his left hand triumphantly and shouted "Can I go in now? I've got the snitch!"
Oliver glowered at the rest of the team and waved a begrudging okay to Harry.
"What about us, Ollie dear?" Alicia asked, pouting slightly and fluttering her eyelashes.
"Oy! Allie! Hello? Boyfriend! Right here! Am I suddenly invisible or something? Fred, can you see me?" George bellowed from where he hovered half way across the field.
Fred looked in the general direction of George with a confused look on his face, "I hear something, but I don't see anything. Mister Voice, you sound almost exactly like my brother, do you know where's he's gone? I can't see him at all!" he ducked as George's beater bat flew at him.
"O, stuff it, George! You know I love you!" Alicia stated.
George whipped around and stared at her, "You…you do? That's the first time you've ever said that! You love me?"
"Yes!" Alicia said, rolling her eyes and smiling at him.
George grinned, and he raised his eyebrow in a inappropriate manner. He pulled her into a kiss as he flew towards her. Fred led out a whoop and Angelina smirked. Katie smiled in a way that made Oliver wish he was kissing her like George was kissing Alicia…but than he came to his senses.
"THIS IS A QUIDDITCH PRACTICE! NOT A SNOGGING SESSION AND NOT A TIME TO JOKE AROUND! THIS IS SERIOUS! OUR FIRST GAME IS IN A MONTH AND WE ARE COMPLETELY FAILING RIGHT NOW! KATIE, AIM FOR THE RUDDY HOOPS, GEORGE AND ALICIA STOP PLAYING TONGUE TAG, FRED STOP GRINNING AND ANGELINA IF YOU SAY ONE MORE THING TO ANYONE, I WILL PERSONALLY SEE TO IT THAT YOU DO RUN LAPS FOR THE REST OF THE SEASON!" screamed Oliver.
His close cropped brown hair stood straight out from his head and he was a rather interesting shade of maroon. The entire Gryffindor Quidditch team was silent, a feat achieved once in a lifetime. Katie stared at Oliver and than a grin broke her stunned face.
"Ollie dearest, we all love you and completely respect you, but … you have something right there." she said, scraping at her nose and giving him a condescending motherly look. Fred snickered and looked towards Angelina who looked like she was waiting for an explosion to go off – the explosion of course being Oliver's temper again.
Oliver's nostrils flared angrily as he swiped at his nose, only smearing the streak of dirt and sweat. "Nope, it's still there." he swiped again, "O here, let me do it." Katie flew towards him and used her robe to carefully dust off his nose. "There, much better. Now then, you were saying?" she gave him a prim and innocent look.
He stared at her. "I give up!" he finally whispered, and flew towards the locker rooms. Katie sighed and turned towards the team.
"Damn…pushed him too far again. Angie, Allie, practice passing; Fred, George, beat at each other, or whatever it is you do. Please be good…for Oliver." She said defeatedly and followed their captain.
"Ollie?" She called as she entered the locker rooms. "Ollie?" she heard a shower running and walked over to it. "Oliver," she stated, sitting down outside the stall, "C'mon. We're just trying to have a little fun. I know, this is not the way you wanted your first practice to go, but right now, they're out there practicing…trust me."
"You left Fred, George, Angelina and Alicia outside, unsupervised. Do you realize what they're doing? They're snogging on my goal hoops!" Oliver said from inside it.
"No, they're not."
"How do you know?" he sounded like a spoiled child.
"Because I told them to be good. Oliver, despite the fact that we make fun of you and call you obsessed and insane, we love you Ollie. You're our captain. Think of it this way…okay?" Katie asked.
Oliver mumbled a "yea…okay" and Katie continued.
"We're picking up your slack. You're too serious, and so to even out the serious versus joking part, we feel it is up to us to even it out. But they are out there working Ollie…trust me…when you're old and sitting in a rocking chair, gumming your pudding, we want you to look back and say 'Although I captained Puddlemere United the year they won the World Cup, my 7th year Hogwarts Team was the best I ever had'"
He couldn't hold back a smile at that comment. But then another thought entered his mind, "Than why do you insist on driving me insane?"
"Ah, Oliver, that is one of the mysteries of life. That is a question that I can't answer, although for me, it's to see if I can get you to grin in spite of your serious demeanor." He could tell she was nodding knowingly as she said this. Flipping off the water, he stepped out of the shower and looked down at her. His robes made a puddle on the ground and water was dripping off the end of his nose.
Grinning, she exclaimed, "I knew I could get you to come out."
He held out a hand to her, and she accepted it. When she stood before him, he didn't let go. "Kate, can I tell you something?"
"Sure, Ollie, what's eating you…besides us?"
He gazed at her and took a deep breath,"I…I like…" he faltered.
"You like…?" she made a movement that clearly said 'spit it out, I know you can do it.'
"I … like…your new Quidditch gloves. Very professional looking. Yea…wow, is that real dragon hide on the inside?" he asked quickly, examining her gloved palms and turning pink about his ears.
She sighed and gave a defeated smile, "Yea, Ol'…that's dragon hide." She slipped her hand out of his and walked out of the locker rooms.
Oliver smacked himself in the forehead, muttering "dragon hide…of course it's dragon hide! I got them for her!" He growled in frustration and mumbled a spell to dry himself off, than followed her out of the room.
To all my reviewers: THANK YOU SO MUCH! You all make me so happy! Hope you like this one as well.
PureHikari: aww! Thank you! Don't worry, I plan to continue! Especially if I get wonderful reviews like that all the time! And especial thanks to being my first reviewer!
Anonomous: I knew there was a reason that I only let you edit my stories in English! Speaking of which…want to be my editor, Blondes? But thank you for the compliment! Made me get all misty eyed!
Watchtowersing: hope I live up to your ideas…but I am trying to make her a little less girlie than some other authors have done…mostly cuz if she's Quidditch obsessed/plays Quidditch, than I tend to view people like that as a little more easy going tom boyish but in a girlie kind of way. (looks back on that and realizes it makes no sense)
Kit Merlot: there is more…did you like the more?
Maria Casey Wood: truth is…I have no idea what they bet on…but obviously my audience wants to kno…so I will spend the next few minutes trying to think of what they bet on, and than try to work it in in the next chappies.
Grey Rivers: with all the stuff that makes you sick? Wow…if I hadn't already eaten more ice cream than normal food today, I would definitely take you up on that offer for everything. Hope you liked it!
Now than, just because there are already reviews, doesnt mean you cant do more...what can i say? i'm greedy for reviews!