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Freezing Wood
By Menolly Harper
Congregation of the Breakfast Club…or the Gryffindor Quidditch team…whatever works.
An utter disaster in the works.
I am currently covered in a smattering of electric blue goo.
Oh I am so damn sexy.
No one can resist moi.
Ah, this is the life of the extraordinary Wizard Quidditch Captain who pisses off their Chaser…therefore eliciting the wrath of her two best friends…his other two Chasers.
Alas, were he to not have his friends there he would be embarrassed…maybe not.
So this is thus currently, the goo covered Captain, the Mad Chasers of Doom, and the laughing-their-arses-till-they-fall-off Terrible Twins of Utter Chaos and Whimsy.
Now just how did this come to be? Well I'll tell you…
"Oliver! Come on! You're so slow, get your bloody arse over here and shove some food down your throat before we do it for you." The ever lady-like Angelina shouted at me between shoveling mouthfuls of scrambled eggs and bacon bits down.
I grumble, making my way toward my seat, taking the last step oh so slowly, actually pausing in midair…
Until Katie threw a biscuit at me.
Honestly! I would think I'm worth more than to have a bloody biscuit thrown at me.
…Well, maybe not.
But other than that!
So I slumped down in my seat and picked up a fork, pushing around food on my plate. I just wasn't all that hungry.
Now mind you, I'm just sitting there, minding my own business picking at my food when suddenly I hear a scritch.
Not just any scritch.
The scritch of a talon.
From an owl.
Above my head nonetheless.
Questioning my actions even as I go through with them I precede to look up.
Big. Bloody. Mistake.
All I remember seeing is a waterfall of the brightest blue rain down on me from some tin bucket carried by an owl.
So that's what the owl was scratching on.
I brought a hand up to my face to wipe away the nasty goo-ish substance so that I could stop being blind when I heard a busting round of laughter all around me.
Boy today was definitely my bloody day.
Honestly!
What did I do to make this happen!
Oh…right…skirt flipping…crap.
Once able to make out the shape of a napkin on the table, my face still covered in goo, at least it hid my red-faced embarrassment- I picked it up and started to clear away the substance from my eyes.
"W-Wood…" Alicia starts, but cannot go on for she is dying of an overshot of endorphins because of her continuous, bellowing laughter fits.
The twins fell off their seats, cracking up even louder than the girls, serves them right.
Little red-headed buggers.
Not that I have anything against red-heads…just these two.
Oh fiddlesticks.
I can't help it.
I bust out laughing too.
Katie's looking at me as if I'm off my rocking chair.
Even though I don't even own a rocking chair…
My grandfather does!
I think…Maybe my Great Grandfather?
Or wait…I don't think he's still alive…
I've really got to start paying attention to those family reunions when we have them, because this is just sad.
Back to the former topic of goo…
And Katie.
I looked over at her and her quizzical freaked out look and smirked.
Yes kids- I smirked.
As I smirked I flicked goo at her.
Because I am oh so mature…and dead sexy…so I'm allowed.
I think.
Oh well.
One look in her cool killer eyes as she clapped a hand over her hair and I ran.
Leaping over little ickle first years and stomping on a couple of third year Slytherins I practically flew out of the Great Hall.
But not just Katie was following me.
McGonagall too.
I am a dead man.
So maybe I should have made that will yesterday night…I have all invited you here today…because you have all committed a crime ten years ago…whoa. Wrong sort of will there. And story might I add.
Anyway, as I run and I see Katie run we both see a very angry McGonagall run.
I slowed down enough just to let Katie catch up with me and I grabbed her hand, now speeding up and yanking her along faster than ever.
Thank all that is good in this world I learned short cuts and hiding places from the twins.
Glancing back at the furious teacher once more I drag Katie sharply left behind a tapestry then a few more turns and finally I yank open a door. Pushing the now quite confused Chaser in, I pull the door closed when I enter, clamping my hand over Katie's mouth in case McGonagall passes by.
After about ten minutes when I think its safe I remove my hand slowly, praying that she won't shout at me at such a close proximity.
An, "I'm sorry." Slipped out of my mouth before I could even process what I was doing.
Katie blinked, she didn't know how to really react. And so I just when on.
"I'm sorry I flipped your skirt, and that I flicked glue at you, and I'm sorry you were mad and me before that…Don't hate meeeeeeeeeeeeee." What a very pitiful whine I finished that in.
So very pitiful.
With a pinch of pouty lip and puppy eyes.
"Oh what the hell…Oliver I'm …well…I forgive you okay?" She smiled up at me, her lip quirking up as if she were laughing in her head at some inside joke no one else knew.
I was so glad to have my best friend not angry at me anymore…so I did the first thing I thought of.
I practically crushed her in a hug of relief.
Laughing lightly she continued as she rested her head on my shoulder, "As long as you know what you did I'm good."
I tensed.
Shit.
"Umm….r-right. Yep…" I stuttered out.
Quick as a cat just put on a treadmill her head shot up.
Eyes narrowing, "You mean you don't know what you did!" She stepped away from me.
"Oliver Wood." Her voice dropped a octave.
"You."
I backed away slowly.
"Are."
My hand groped for the doorknob.
"A"
Finding the knob, I tried to open it.
"Dead."
Finally slamming the door open I take off running again, hearing her distant,
"MAN!"
Oh why oh why did I have to have a day like this?
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I'm very sorry for not updating sooner.
I was stuck, and I was lazy.
And I was trying to finish some other fanfics
Plus I had school, and work…
I hope you like it!
If anything, this will have 2-3 more chapters, so don't stop checking up on it or reviewing!
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And brighten my day, mind you.
I hope this made you laugh, it did make me laugh.
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Oh, and as for the Point of View confusion.
I leave an ellipsis for the changing of scenes and points of view usually.
I realize I may forget or my fingers may miss it sometimes, but that's human err for you.
As for the 'Oliver's POV' title bit.
Yeah. No.
Just. No.
I tried doing that before. Honestly I find it tacky now that I've branched out to different kinds of writing techniques. I'll still read it but I don't care to use it in my writing style.
It interrupts the flow of the writing and it's just far too bold.
Now I realize this isn't the best flowing piece of writing either. I'm writing this for my own and the amusement of others. It doesn't have to be perfect.
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-Menolly