The Closest Thing
"You're the beauty that is deeper, than eyes can merely see. The closest thing to perfect, but the farthest thing from me." The
great Oliver Wood finds the girl of his dreams the only problem is she despises him. Can he win her over or will she forever
judge him by his faults instead of the beauty the lies beanth?
OW/OC rated pg-13 for language and just to be safe.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything about this except for those characters, places, and themes not present in any of JKR's
books
((:Flashback:))
As I poured the milk eagerly, my cornflakes started to magically repel the milk back at me, spraying me directly in my
surprised face. Laughter erupted violently from my left and I turned to see the quiddtch team pointing at my shocked
drenched self. I was mortified, and more than that angry. I stood up to grab the nearest napkin and fiercely cleaned off my
face as best I could, so hard I swear you could have seen the marks if my face hadn't been so red with hate. I glared
venomously at them as they were still barreled over in hysterics from their childish antics.
I made a move towards them wanting to give them a piece of my mind but Ana stopped me. "Those guys ain't worth jack
shit and we both now it." I sighed 'she never lets me have any fun' I thought, though I knew she was right. Its known fact that
sports were simply invented by geeks so that cocky arrogant people would have something to do beside bother the rest of
the good citizens of the free world.
'Oh great' I thought sardonically as Percy Weasley came rushing over, all self-important, robes practically swishing in his
wake. Percy Weasley was currently prefect, and thought that every problem should be resolved by none other than him.
"Ah, nothing to see here just a little spilt milk that's all." He told the staring eyes of the student body while waving his hands
as if he could make them turn around before turning to return to his seat. Everyone started to talk in small hushed voices,
some giggling, others pointing silently. They got the message as well as I and I was not going to stand for it. "Hold on bucko,"
I said irately I grabbed his arm. "You don't mean to say that I spilt milk on myself, do you?" "Of course everyone could
plainly see that." He stated rationally with a pompous English attitude that made clear that I sounded out of my ever-loving
mind. Once again Ana, had to restrain me as I saw him walk back to sit with his best friend, Oliver Wood, the top gun of the
quiddtch team and slap him a high five.
END FLASHBACK
"Eli." Ana said exasperatedly waving her hand annoyingly in my face, "snap out of it." I blinked and shook my head as if it
might actually be able to shake it out that particular past horror out of my overly already fully stocked brain. "You had better
not do that in Potions or you'll have a guaranteed one way trip to hell by means of detention." "Ha, only you would be silly
enough to get yourself caught. I'm the angel here remember." I stated wickedly with a smirk as I got up of the wooden bench
and grabbed my books, abandoning my breakfast. "Catch ya later." She yelled after me as I started towards the class of
death. I nodded and proceeded on to my bleak future.
A/N I know Percy Weasley is a little out of character but o well…. REVIEW PLEASE