Hi everyone! Here's the second story! I hope you like it! By the way, this will be combined with the Golden Snitch Forum. It's late for the QLFC, so I wasn't going to publish it, but then I remembered that I combined it with the Golden Snitch, so… yeah! Here it is! By the way, this is an AU… ish. The events here don't happen in the series, so… I think it is?
Team: Puddlemere United
Position: Chaser Two
Position Prompt: Gloves (write about a witch or wizard protecting someone)
Optional Prompts:
(setting) a Quidditch Pitch
(word) Grass-stain
(dialogue) "Should we tell him that it's fake?"
Word Count (not including AN): 642
Beta'ed by: JBrocks917
Here it is: Oliver and the Quidditch Cup. I know, great title, right (note the sarcasm)?
"Madam Pomfrey! You can't!"
Oliver Wood was sitting in a bed at the hospital wing, fighting his magical restraints.
"I think you'll find I can, Mr. Wood. You musn't strain yourself so soon after receiving that injury."
"But, Madam Pomfrey —"
"No, Mr. Wood. That's my final answer."
Oliver groaned and leaned back in his bed. He would have to break the bad news to his team. This would not be good.
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"This is not good!" shrieked Angelina, who was standing at the edge of his bed along with the rest of the team, "Oliver, you can't be sick now! We have a Cup to win!"
"I know," said Oliver dejectedly, "But Madam Pomfrey says I can't."
"But it's against Slytherin, Oliver. Slytherin!" Katie exclaimed.
The team looked at each other, depressed. "There's still time to get a reserve," said Oliver, "We can still do this!" But deep inside, he knew he was trying to convince himself more than them.
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The Gryffindor team walked out onto the Quidditch Pitch to a loud mixture of cheers and boos. Their reserve Keeper, Ron Weasley, turned a pale shade of green. Harry patted him on the back. The team walked over to Madam Hooch so that she could start the match.
"Captains, shake hands." she said.
Angelina, their temporary Captain, stepped forward and shook the Slytherin Captain's hand. They glared at each other and quickly let go.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and so the game began.
Both teams took off into the air while Lee Jordan commentated.
"Johnson in possession — she passes to Bell — ooh, she just got blocked by a Bludger from a Slytherin Beater. Close one, Alicia!"
Oliver looked on sadly through the window in the hospital wing, silently rooting for his team so as not to cause too much of a ruckus. He sighed and leaned back, wishing that he was out there with them.
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"Oliver is so lucky he isn't here with us right now," said George, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, "They're totally beating us up."
The team had called a time-out, and, with their shoes covered with grass-stains from when they had trudged over to Angelina, their chests heaving from their futile attempts to stop Slytherin from scoring, and their spirits dampened from the seemingly hopeless game, they huddled together in a circle of depression.
"Now, don't say that!" scolded Angelina, "You'll jinx us."
"What's there to jinx?" asked Fred, "Our chance at winning? 'Cause that doesn't exist."
Angelina said nothing.
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In the end, they lost the match 20 – 250. As the they dejectedly exited the pitch, the twins had an idea.
"Why don't we just make a fake trophy and give it to him?" said George.
"There's a window in the hospital wing. He would've seen the whole game."
"Maybe he fell asleep?" said Fred hopefully.
"Not likely." Angelina shook her head. "But let's see."
As they made their way up, they felt their spirits rise, as they couldn't hear depressed sobbing coming from the hospital wing.
"Hey, Oliver!" said George brightly as they arrived.
"So, did you win the game?" he asked excitedly.
"Err… Yeah! Yeah, we won!" said Fred.
Oliver was practically levitating from happiness. "So, where's the Cup?" he asked, craning his head in an attempt to see behind them, expecting to see the golden gleam of the trophy.
"Quick, conjure something!" whispered George, noticing.
With a quick wave of her wand, Katie (who was in the back of the group) conjured up a Quidditch Cup.
"Here!" she said, bringing it to Oliver.
As he cooed over it, Harry whispered to Ron, "Should we tell him that it's fake?"
"Nah," said Ron, "I think he needs this. The only thing I'm worrying about is what will happen to us when he finds out."
