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Spreading the Word
He smirked. I hated his smirk. “I’m following you.”
It was time for me to get into gear. I only had a little bit of time left until the try-out and I still couldn't properly ride a broom...and dirt wasn't tasting any better. Eugh, Oliver Wood makes me SICK.
In the Air and the Wing
It was finally time for the try out. I had to do it. I couldn't let anyone EVER find out what Wood knew. They wouldn't. Besides, after finding out some distrubing news, there was no reason a certain attractive face couldn't make me try and forget.
Apparently by thinking outside of the team, I can condemning them to death. Yeah, right. Thanks Wood.
The Last Costume
Caught off guard, I nearly choked. I grabbed for my wand and straightened up, irritated. He just wouldn’t let it go, would he? “No, I’m not going to tell you, Wood.” His name was spat out of my mouth as I tried to make myself as tall as him. Fail.
“Who’s Libby?” he asked. “Is that the girl that follows around Wood like his servant? I really thought she was a maid here for a while. I was wondering why he got a maid and I didn’t.” Roger smiled.
A Great Problem
“Pomfrey can fix the tooth—don’t look so happy,” he said. “I’ll be back to my beautiful self in no time.”
Click Click Boom
"I feel like every time we go on a date I’m the girl!”
“I have nothing to wear!”
“Who finds us?"
Really Quite Happy
I sighed. “Tell him I’m…near fatal or something.”
“Me? Me?! You’re the one strutting around with your bloody head up your bum!”
“We play the same position!” Ellis shouted, elbowing me again.
“Well, I was worried about you with that storm and all that, but I’m glad to see you’re—Oliver Wood, why is Jane Perry wearing your clothes?”
“And second,” said George, “when you come out and try to practice again, try and wear something a bit less…leggy.” He grinned.
Hogwarts is a Masked Ball
“She’d go off on you—put glue on your pillow or sommat. And I’d be fine with that because I’d have burn marks instead of freckles—Oh, Katie! It’s all my fault! I burned your boyfriend—Janey, how could you?—oh, Katie! I’m so sorry—You’ll have to hike up your skirt and show the twins some more leg from now on—”
Birds of a Feather
“Good, good.” He paused for a moment and I wondered what the point of that conversation was. “Could I—do you think I could have a word? Outside?”
"I don’t blame her—her last memory of me was probably you screaming about how you wanted to decapitate me," Roger said fondly, patting me on the head.
“Then they’ll know about our balance issues,” said George lazily. “Fred still has to work on his. He’s horrible at right turns.”
“Fred’s over here giving the table a fresh coat of saliva!” I snapped.
Oh Captain! My Captain!
“But that’s not the point,” said Fred. “Otherwise, when we’re not beating away Bludgers and making ridiculously inappropriate comments about the length of your leggies, we’re here for you.”
Here Snitchie, Snitchie
Oliver raised a brow at her. “Are you sure? Are you one hundred percent sure?”
After the Game
I paused. “No, because Oliver snogged me after he saved me from falling on my face.”
False Charm of Cutlery
“It’s in my trunk. This summer I’m wearing it.”
Breaking the Snog Record
He leaned closer. “What were you thinking about? About how good I look with no shirt, because I can’t blame you there. I think everyone out there was thinking it.” Oliver laughed.
Once Oliver Wood, Always a Captain
“That’s great,” she said. “I suppose I’ll keep everyone—with a few tweaks of course. Jane, you’re the reserve Seeker for next year.”
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