Chapter 46

Oliver spun a madly giggling Tiannah around. Never had he seen her so happy, so at ease, so... gleeful before.

"I made it!" she squealed, jumping up and down, giggling and squealing at the same time, which turned out to be an odd combination of noises. The satisfaction of knowing that all the tough Quidditch training, long days, injuries, blood, sweat and tears were worth it was beyond words; all Tiannah could do was squeal. For she was an actual member of the team now, not a reserve, whose placement was in limbo... but an actual member. It took her several moments for her to get her head around it. She looked at Oliver, who was grinning, in a 'I knew you could do it' sort of way. In was mingled in with a furious sort of pride, for Oliver had never been so proud of his girlfriend. He had trained her, he had helped improve her skills, he had been supportive through her Quidditch problems... he had enabled her to look so happy; be so happy.

He couldn't put into words how he was feeling, and nor could she. Words weren't needed, as they simultaneously kissed each other, smiling.

When Monica came over later that day, Tiannah tried hard to wipe the grin of her face for Monica's sake. Seeing someone look so happy might have been a little off putting. However, Monica grinned and hugged Tiannah when she saw her.

"Oliver told me about the team. Congrats!"

"Thanks!" Tiannah said, her grin returning in full, dazzling force. Monica returned the grin and started gushing.

"I talked to Theo about the pregnancy, and he was fine about it. More than fine; he was really happy."

Tiannah's mood brightened a few volts. The fact that Theo had been so understanding about the whole situation made Tiannah feel an infinite amount better about setting them up in the first place. Monica looked like she was glowing, as her fingers lay on her stomach, and Tiannah realised that although she was a fraction jealous of Monica, it was good for her to have found someone like Theo. Tiannah knew Monica to be a feisty, short-tempered woman, and Theo to be a laid back, flirtatious guy. They may have been opposites, but if Theo played his cards right, he may find a perfect match in Monica.

"That's amazing, Monica. Really. He's a great guy."

"I know. I know that it wasn't meant to happen, but I'm glad that I ran into him that day, and I don't regret it."

Tiannah smiled brilliantly and Monica hugged her once more, before waving and disapparating. Tiannah smiled to herself for a few moments, bemused. Monica had never looked so happy.

Time was a funny thing. When you were dreading something, time travelled at an exceedingly fast pace. However, when you were anticipating something, it travelled remarkably slowly. Tiannah found that the latter was what she was experiencing, as she waited for her leave to end so that she could go back to playing Quidditch. Her temper escalated every time that Oliver came back from a Quidditch training session, as jealously filled every cell in her body at the thought of training. Every day dragged on as slowly as History of Magic class did, and Tiannah wasn't happy about it at all. Then one evening, Tiannah realised that time had actually passed, and the next day she would go back to training. She happily brushed her teeth that night, dressed in Oliver's pajamas and snuggled up to him in bed.

"I'm so excited about tomorrow," she whispered to Oliver, smiling up at him in the dim lighting. He returned the smile, brown eyes blazing with pride.

"You're amazing, my little Quidditch star."

Tiannah pulled a face as Oliver smirked.

"Still using that nickname?" she questioned, quirking a brow. Oliver fiddled with the necklace that he gave her over a year ago.

"Always will, love."

"You're so sweet," she whispered, yawning and snuggling further into Oliver's chest.

Sunlight poured down on the couple, gently waking them up. Tiannah arose and smiled at Oliver, who smiled back at her. Standing up, Tiannah stretched and flashed a grin at Oliver, before disembarking to the shower. Butterflies exploded in her stomach as she remembered that she had training as an official member that morning, but Tiannah shook them off. Nerves were inevitable.

When she had finished showering, she dressed in a sports bra with a tank top over the top, bike shorts and a pair of running shoes. Pulling her brown hair into a ponytail, she took note of her appearance. Slightly paler than usual, her freckles standing out and eyes scared, Tiannah knew that she had never been so nervous. However, she mentally snorted; it was only a training session, after all.

"Tia?" Oliver's voice said, slightly muffled. "Can I come in?"

Tiannah called out a reply and the door opened, and Oliver's eyes roamed across every curve of her body, before locking on her blue eyes.

"You're scared," he stated simply, and Tiannah nodded.

"Tia, don't be. You'll be fine. Just remember that you have been trained well. Everything will be okay."

Numbly, Tiannah nodded. Oliver smirked as he approached her.

"Y'know, I'm glad that there are no guys on your team. Otherwise they wouldn't be able to tear their eyes off you," he said, brown eyes gleaming flirtatiously, as he smacked her bum. Squealing, Tiannah lightly slapped him, blushing as red as a tomato.

"Just go have a shower," she said, looking at the floor as she left Oliver to himself. She still heard his chuckles as she made her way downstairs.

Just like she did before Quidditch matches, Tiannah found that she couldn't keep food down. She didn't realise how nervous she really was!

When Oliver walked downstairs in a few minutes, wearing shorts and a t-shirt (there was a personal choice of attire to Quidditch training) he sat next to Tiannah and rubbed her shoulder.

"Eat, love."

Tiannah shook her head; the thought of eating nauseated her. Oliver wrapped an arm around her waist and squeezed her tightly, before snapping off a piece of his muffin and trying to shove it in her mouth. Tiannah fell backwards at the sudden action, falling off her chair and on her bum. She was definitely not expecting that to happen; she was anticipating for Oliver to kiss her cheek, not shove food down her throat. Grumbling, she took Oliver's outstretched hand and he hoisted her up.

"Never do that again," she hissed.

"Then I want you to eat."

"No!" Tiannah whined. Oliver, annoyed, pressed his lips onto hers, his hands trailing across her stomach. His lips moved over hers in a continual pattern, and when he pulled away, he felt the familiar thrill in his stomach as he saw how breathless she was.

"Eat."

Tiannah obeyed this time, as Oliver's eyes locked on hers.

In the end, Tiannah had been terribly nervous for no reason. The session had gone well, and Gwenog had been particularly pleased with how Tiannah went. The only point that disgruntled Tiannah was the fact that many of the girls on the reserve team were glaring at her. Perhaps it was because of the attention that Tiannah received from Gwenog, or maybe because she had been off for over a month and had still managed to retain her fitness and skill. However, as the session was over, Tiannah didn't care, because her happiness was restored once more, as she was doing what she loved: playing Quidditch.

Her happiness skyrocketed as Gwenog announced that the first official match was on October the 16th, which was little under a month away.

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