Ch.02 View from a Window
Oliver Wood, 17 years old, 7th year Hogwarts student, Gryffindor Quidditch team captain, talented Keeper, cool-headed, amicable, hard-working, devilishly handsome, and miserably single.
Such was the plight of the boy with a seemingly perfect life.
Wood had gone through most of his life obsessed with only one thing. Quidditch. He lived, ate, and breathed the sport. Every morning, he woke up at the crack of dawn in order to practice, and would often practice through the day. His diet and conditioning were meticulous, as was his constant strategizing.
The dream of winning the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup was embedded in the front of Oliver's mind. This would be his last year at Hogwarts, and the final year to win the Cup. But the past summer had brought up many other questions. What else was there to live for besides Quidditch?
It seemed as if everyone else had something, someone to occupy other parts of their minds. The fact made Oliver feel a bit lonely. He even began to wonder if he even possessed other areas in his mind, or had Quidditch just taken over his life completely?
"Quidditch never prepared me for this question…" he groaned as he rested his elbow on the windowsill of the train compartment.
Of course he had friends…he wasn't a loner by any means. It was just a matter of passion. Everyone had passions they could share with other people…not things like Quidditch, but feelings, emotions. The fact that he could only feel a deep connection with Quidditch almost completely threw Oliver off balance.
"Hey Oliver!" a voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned around to see Ron Weasley, the younger brother of the twins. "Fred and George have been looking for you. Should be down in a compartment that way," he explained, pointing down the corridor.
"Oh…thanks Ron…" Oliver said surely, still not completely awake. Getting up, he took hold of his trunk, dragging it behind him. "I expect to see you at try outs this year, Ron!" he said over his shoulder as he weaved in between the students.
"Hey Wood, did you hear see that game between England and Scotland? Bloody amazing!"
"Can't wait to see you on the pitch, Oliver!"
"Picked out your team yet, Oliver?"
"We'll get the cup this year!"
Oliver stopped in the middle of the corridor. Was it just his imagination, or was the only thing people spoke to him about Quidditch? He hastily pulled aside a Gryffindor third year.
"Hey, what do you know about me?" Oliver quickly asked the third year, who seemed a bit overwhelmed by the Gryffindor Quidditch captain addressing him directly.
"Well, you're a bloody amazing Keeper, and a great team Captain, and the way you think while you're on your broom-"
"Never mind," Oliver said quickly before walking away. Continuing his search for the Weasley twins, he couldn't help but to keep thinking about his current predicament. He never thought anything of it before this summer. In fact, he always considered it normal, the right thing. But apparently, HE was the only one who didn't know that he was a complete Quidditch fiend.
He sighed heavily, remembering what brought out the sudden insecurities.
"Oliver, sometimes I just don't get you…I don't want to feel like I need to compete with a SPORT just for you to notice me!"
Why did she have to say that…?
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