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Penelope's Chip On Her Shoulder
“It’s because I know Quidditch blokes and nearly every single one is the same as the next one. And they’re three times as bad when they’re a Captain."
The Best Laid Plans
Angelina frowned and watched as Oliver went into the changing rooms, “That boy really needs a hobby, something other than Quidditch to occupy him.”
Darling, Poison is an Understatement
“What can I say? I’m a sucker for a girl with attitude. Adds something special to the relationship.”
Fraternising with the Enemy
"So, let me get this straight; I’m meant to sell Oliver Wood Quidditch tips just so he can date Penelope Clearwater!"
Too Close For Comfort
He finally had some time to be alone and make a start on the homework he had already noticed piling up. It wasn’t his fault that at every opportune moment to do his work something cropped up, usually Quidditch or some crazy girl wanting him to sign all of her bras. And now he had the extra task of ‘wooing’ Penelope Clearwater.
In Which There is No Sexual Tension Whatsoever
"If it wasn’t for you taking my book and making me fight with you, I wouldn’t be here right now, stuck in this room with a flaming imbecile who can’t even spell his own name right!”
The Agony Aunts
“What did you do?” Fred said, stuffing some roast potatoes in his mouth. The twins had cornered Oliver that evening after hearing plenty of rumours about what had happened in the Trophy Room, one rather alarming one involving a lot of Butterbeer and a raucous game of Twister.
Second Thoughts and Sudden Realisations
“So, what do you say, Penny, do you fancy-”
“Anyway,” Audrey turned back to Penelope, “you look great, so don’t be so nervous.” Penelope tried to smile but she was far too nervous; her heart was thudding right in her ears and her stomach kept twisting and untwisting.
Oh, The Mystery and Secrecy!
“And for how long will I remain a mystery?”
A Whole Lotta Butterbeer
Did she want to see Oliver Wood again?
Look Out, Sunshine!
“-jump from sofa to sofa like some deranged bird? Yeah, I’ve heard about that.” Penelope shook her head, still embarrassed with herself.
“You know very well, Ollie, that I am utterly repulsed by the sight of you,” she tried to sound like her usual bossy self, but the smile he was giving her made her weak, and she could hardly keep the happiness out of her voice. “I would much rather snog a Flobberworm than spend another afternoon in your company.”
The Good, the Bad, and Roger
They couldn't have looked more pleased if Professor Snape had announced that he was leaving Hogwarts and his replacement was going to be one of the male models from Madam Malkin’s underwear line.
They'll Never Learn (Plan B)
She thought he had actually liked her; the first boy to actually like her was Oliver Wood. She couldn't believe her luck. And, she thought sourly, I shouldn't have believed it either.
Shakespeare in the Great Hall
"I want you to help me."
Cirque du Hogwarts
"She's just using Percy to make him jealous."
The Prize Fool of Gryffindor
"But wouldn't Oliver have said something to Percy?" Derek said after a moment, staring into the fire, "I mean, since they share a dorm, wouldn't Oliver have said something to him about Penelope?"
Oliver's Detention Date
The office door swung open. Oliver looked up, frozen in the process of rifling through Filch's drawers and stuffing a Fanged Frizbee down the back of his trousers.
The Yule Ball
"Argus Filch has warts, Harry Potter has fame, I bet you'd like to find out, How I got my name."
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