Oliver woke up to the alarm Thursday Morning. A voice that was far too cheerful was broadcasting news, gossip, whatever...
"Adrian Pucey announced he's leaving the cannons and taking sometime some time out to spend with his wife, Megan, who is due to give birth some time next month, wishes of good luck to the pair and their new babies, hint hint folks. He'll be joining his brother's team, Puddlemere United next year when chaser, Jenny Talon will be retiring. On the topic of P.U., Keeper of the year according to PlayWitch, Oliver Wood, has been rumoured to be doing some keeping of his own this month. It was reported yesterday and confirmed by numerous sources that he was seen dining with a red head. Another source has confirmed that Red works for the ministry and has been visited there by Mr Wood several times over the next few weeks. Well, Red sure is lucky, I can't wait to see what they actually look like. Also on the Puddlemere United related side we have news of Jesse Jackson, team seeker has strained his.."
Oliver groaned, turning the alarm off before stumbling his way to the bathroom, armed with various products he'd been sent to try out for possible endorsements. He emerged sometime later, not feeling all that better for it, and dressed in jeans and a muggle band-shirt, Editors. He went to the small iron letterbox in the corridor and pulled out the wad of fan mail and bills, finding that even though he'd only been the team's main keeper for two years, his fan base was already growing rapidly, especially since PlayWitch did that interview...
When he got back into his living room, he found his team mate, Jesse Jackson stretched across his settee, a large "fun sized" bag of crisps on his lap and crumbs everywhere. Fun for everyone but the poor sod who has to clean up, Oliver thought. Oliver pushed his friend's legs out of the way and sat down, dropping the pile of letters on the coffee table and started to open the one on top of the pile. It was weird how some people used the RoyalMail service like muggles rather then traditional owls.
"Don't you ever knock?" Oliver blushed at a particularly suggestive letter from Veronica Appleby, editor of PlayWitch in which there were several offers to meet up and "talk". Oliver cleared his throat and tossed it onto the coffee table.
"Not for you, Darlin'" Jesse grabbed it and started to read through it, chuckling. Oliver scowled at the nickname.
"Aww, What's wrong? Did Red stand you up for a hot date?" Oliver glared at Jesse, dropping another letter onto the coffee table, this one was a sixteen year old who'd been writing to him for the last two years and constantly hinted at various things. Apparently she didn't get the messages he sent her about being flattered but uninterested... all twenty of them. Jesse eased himself off the sofa, still sore after spraining his groin, despite having medical treatment. He moved over towards the kitchen and returned later with a can of coke.
"So.. When do I get to meet Red? and is it a he or a she by the way? would be soo embarrassing if I got the wrong person" Jesse grinned further at Oliver's widened glare.
"Shut. Up!"
"Aww, Darlin'!" Jessed made for the door, patting Oliver's head on the way out "Turn that frown, upside down!". Jesse barely got the door closed before a cushion hit the space his head would have been. Bloody Jesse.
Practice that afternoon didn't go much better because although Jesse managed to keep himself quiet, several other team mates didn't. Oliver found himself spending the next two hours being ragged by Luke Pucey, Jenny and Chris, the team's chasers and then the beaters, Tom and Scott. Oliver was ready to punch something by the time training was over and it was only what? Thursday?
He groaned quietly and made his way towards the door, only to be grabbed by Jesse who slung a friendly arm around his shoulder. He steered Oliver back towards the team and two hours later a drunken keeper of the year was downing his fourth drink and telling one of his best friends that he was in love with Red, who, called Percy, was oblivious.
Jesse just clapped him on the back and told him he needed to do something about it.
Author's Notes: Tada! Next chapter is filled with Percy and Bonnie, then it's on to Saturday! and possibly an ending to the story.. possibly.
So you know, PuddleMere's team in this fic goes as follows.
Keeper: Oliver of course,
Seeker: Jesse Jackson
Chasers: Jenny Talon (to be replaced by Adrian Pucey)
Luke Pucey (Adrian's brother)
Chris King
Beaters: Tom D'Arcy
Scott Donahue
