Chapter 7 : White Daisies and Weird Spasms
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Story: Quidditch, Quaffles, and Quarrels
Ch 7: White Daisies and Weird Spasms
“So I heard about your little mid-day ‘rendezvous’ with Oliver yesterday,” I looked up to see Cass staring at me with that all too familiar knowing expression. We were currently sitting in the library trying to work through Snape’s latest essay. You know, the super-long one that I was complaining about the other day. Damn you, Snape!
“How did you hear about that?” I asked innocently.
Cass scoffed and rolled her eyes at me. “Don’t play dumb with me,” she said, “The entire school knows, but that’s not what is important. What is really interesting was that I found out this bit of information from Roger.”
I sputtered at the sound of his name, “Roger? As in Roger Davies, Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain and my ex-boyfriend?”
She stared at me for a moment incredulously, before saying, “I am not even going to reply to that rather idiotic question. Anyway, Roger cornered me last night at like nine thirty or something when I was on my way back from here-“
“Wait, what we’re you doing here in the library last night past nine?” I asked her with a suspicious look. She never came to the library, or at least when she did, like today; it was only because I begged her to come with me. It wasn’t that she was a bad student and didn’t do her homework or anything, but she just preferred to do it in the common room, while I had to do mine in the library, because while I wasn’t a bloody genius, I did need all the help I could get, so unlike her textbooks are my very dear friends. Note the large heap of books I currently had lying in front of me for this one single essay.
She colored slightly, but tried desperately to keep it at bay as she said, “I was studying with Kevin O’Brien.”
My eyes widened in shock at those words, “Kevin O’Brien, you mean that fit Ravenclaw in our year, with the sexy Irish accent? How in Merlin’s name did you manage that?”
She colored even more, “Well I sort of asked him if he would tutor me in Arithmancy.”
A look of confusion crossed my face, “But you got an Acceptable in it last term didn’t you?”
“Yes well, that isn’t an Outstanding is it?” She asked with a huff, which quickly turned into a sigh as she added, “Plus it gives me an excuse to talk to him.”
She had a dreamy look on her face that made me smile for a moment before I remembered our previous conversation.
“Well, I am happy for you, but now back to Ro- Davies. What did he say to you?”
She pondered it for a second before saying, “Well, he basically wanted to know what was going on between you and Oliver. He seemed a bit… well pissed to tell you the truth. I must say this plan is going swimmingly. He definitely is already jealous.”
I frowned at this, “Well that’s great and all. I really just wish he would get over it though. I really don’t want to deal with his idiotic ways anymore. He can go and shag the whole castle for all I care.”
Cass smirked, making me feel a little self-conscious as she asked, “So does that mean you fancy Oliver Wood now?”
My frown deepened as I thought about my relationship with Wood. I wasn’t exactly sure how to classify it. “I dunno. I don’t think so. I mean, he is a really nice guy, but I just think of him as a friend, at least at the current moment I do. I don’t know about the future, he is a sweet kid though.”
“Kid?” Cass mocked with raised eyebrows. “I think you need to get your eyes checked sweetie, because Oliver Wood is anything but a kid. He is a fully grown man, and by Merlin he is a sex god to boot.”
It was my turn to scoff, “He’s not that fit.” All she did was raise a singular eyebrow at me for a moment before turning back to her books. I stared at her for a moment, before my thoughts turned to Oliver. I guess he was pretty sexy. I mean, at least he had definitely grown up from the little six-year-old boy that I used to know.
Dinner that night was an interesting affair. So far, two Hufflepuff first years had almost died choking on their dinner after a rather inappropriate joke by some fifth years about a donkey and a Christmas tree… I think it’s better not to ask on that one. Also Ernie Macmillan a chubby but cute third year asked out Hannah abbot, a pretty blond girl who is in the same year apparently. They would be a cute couple, and were currently the biggest gossip for all those fourth year and below. The rest of us however were looking for some more exciting developments.
Well that exciting development happened in the middle of dessert. I was just about to dig into my trifle, chocolate gateau, and éclairs when I was rudely interrupted by a figure who sat down noisily in front on me. I was too focused on my dessert to gaze at the new arrival, but I was forced to after I heard Cass clear her throat, a obvious indication that I needed to look up.
I jumped slightly when I saw who it was, and then a vicious glare plastered itself onto my face.
“What the hell do you want Davies?” I asked in the most menacing tone I could muster.
He simply plastered on his trademark smirk at my reaction, before smiling in a sweet manner that did not suit him.
“Oh will you stop it already babe. I got the point, and I will never cheat on you again.”
My eyes narrowed at his horrible apology, “Oh come on Roger, even I know you aren’t thick enough to think that I will up and forgive you with those simple words.”
His smile widened at my reaction “Yeah, I know Alex, I really am not as stupid as you think I am. And that’s why I have decided that you are worth it.”
My eyebrow rose at his words. “Uh, thanks?” I asked sarcastically. I mean, what the hell was that supposed to mean anyway?
He seemed to understand my confusion, because he continued, “I really have missed you more than I thought I would Alexandria. You are an amazing girl, and I still love you more than anything. That’s why I have decided I am going to win you back.”
My other eyebrow rose to meet the first as I said, “You know that is impossible right?”
“No, I don’t think it is,” Roger then stood up and leaned over to me so that his face was hovering near my left ear. I felt my self involuntarily shutter as he said, “I think you still care about me as much as I do you.”
As he pulled back, he produced from behind his back, a bouquet of white daisies, and after laying them down in front of me he walked off. I watched as he slowly exited the Great Hall. He stopped near the entrance, turning his head to glance back at me and then winked. I blinked in shock and when I opened my eyes again he was gone. I sat there for a moment staring at the door, before Cass once again gained my attention with a clearing of her throat. I jumped, for some reason I had temporarily forgotten that I was in a huge room filled with hundreds of gossip-hungry teenagers and even some professors. I blushed brightly as I surveyed all the curious expressions that were staring at me, deciding it was safer to look at Cass.
She seemed shocked, and after a moment she asked, “So what are you going to do with the flowers? You’re not actually going to keep them are you?”
I turned to the bouquet. Daisies were my favorite flowers. I felt a few butterflies erupt in my stomach as I stared at them, Roger really did know me well sometimes. I then turned back to Cass’s expectant face.
“I thought you said that you didn’t like him anymore! You aren’t actually about to forgive him are you? He cheated on you Alex!”
I glared at her words, feeling the butterflies leave my stomach after she said them. What the hell was wrong with me? He cheated on me! I couldn’t just let him waltzed right back into my life after that. I took out my wand and aimed them at the flowers. They burst into flames and I watched, as the once beautiful daisies turned to ash right in front of my eyes. For some reason I couldn’t stop the small feeling of sadness that erupted within me as I watched them die.
“Alex! Oi, Alex!” I turned my head over my shoulder to see who had called me, and I stopped walking when I noticed it was Oliver Wood.
“Hey Oliver,” I replied with a smile as I came to a halt, allowing him to catch up with me. It was the twenty-second of October and I was currently heading to the Pitch for a team practice. We originally weren’t suppose to have our first match until the end of November, but Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin seeker, had apparently gotten too injured to play, which I thought was a load of bollocks, since Madame Pomfrey was amazing at healing injuries, something I knew first hand. Now that the Slytherin’s weren’t playing Gryffindor, we had been moved up in the schedule, which was just dandy and all, but Gryffindor had a much different playing strategy than Ravenclaw, which is who we were first scheduled to play. But hell, it was probably all for the best anyway. I do not think I was quite ready to start playing against Roge- ugh! I mean Davies.
“Hey,” Oliver said with a small smile, “Got Quidditch practice?”
I nodded before adding, “What gave me away? Was it my work-out kit or the broom?”
He shrugged, “You never know, you might have just been out for a fly.”
I grinned, “Aye, you are right there, but yes I do have practice. I had to move it up to four times a week now that that little sneak Malfoy chickened out of the first match against you Gryffindors.”
“I didn’t know that your team needed that much practice Parkin. I am touched that you think so highly of my captaining skills!”
I glared at him, and decided to just keep walking. I heard a chuckle from behind me as Wood ran to catch up.
“You know I was just kidding Allie,” He said to me with a kind smile.
I didn’t return the smile, even though I was nowhere near mad. After all, I had said very similar things to Wood and Davies over the years. Even to Flint, but those comments were a bit more hostile than the others.
“Well Ollie, as much fun as it would be to let your delusional mind continue to believe in your non-existent skills, I feel that it is in your best interest as your friend, for me to tell you otherwise. After all, it is probably for the best for you to find out now before a less than gentle person, such as Marcus Flint has the misfortune of revealing the truth to you.”
Oliver smirked at me in that sweet way of his. I gasped as we exited the castle. The weather had been getting worse and worse over the weeks, with no sign of improving.
“Here,” I hear Oliver say, and I turned to see him cast a non-verbal charm that kept our bodies impenetrable to the ever-worsening rain pellets. This time I did smile at him as I muttered a quick ‘thank you’.
“No problem, after all I am doing it for your best interest, we don’t need that bird’s nest on your head to get any more out of control,” He grinned at me in a joking manner.
I gasped once more at his remark, putting a hand up to clutch my not-so horrible hair, “It’s just thick and curly. It’s no where near out of control!” I said in defense.
He nodded in a sympathetic manner and added, “What ever you say, love. Just keep living in denial.”
I glared at him, “Is this how you win over the girl’s Wood? Blatant honesty?”
He smirked at me, as he said, “No love, just you.”
I felt the familiar feeling of butterflies erupt in my stomach after he said that. What was that about? I didn’t like Wood, right? Yeah, it was just a cute thing to say. I recovered quickly, before he could notice my hesitation and said, “Well, I think you need another tactic, because it’s clearly not working.”
He pondered what I said for a moment before smiling, “Alright, I think you’re probably right. How about you come with me to Hogsmeade on Halloween, and I’ll try to make it up to you?”
The same spasm feeling shot through my stomach once more and I tried not to blush as I asked, “Oh Ollie, I thought you got over that little crush you had on me?” I was joking of course, but I was thrown off when he replied.
“Some things you just can’t get over,” He then gave me a sincere smile and leaned in. I was so startled that I didn’t move. Was he going to kiss me? It seemed like ages as he drew nearly and I softly shut my eyes. I felt him hesitate for a second before he leaned in more and whispered in my ear, “Have a good practice.” He then kissed me delicately on my cheek and walked away.
I stood there for who knows how long, just staring after him, lightly touching my cheek which felt like it was on fire, a nice change from the freezing Scottish autumn winds. I tried to ignore all the weird feelings in my stomach as I turned and walked to the changing rooms. It then hit me that I never told Oliver yes or no. Oh well, I guess I would tell him later that yes, I would definitely be going to Hogsmeade with him on Halloween.
A/N: I am so sorry it took so long to get this up! But I gained a new fascination in the video game, Dragon Age Origins (Disclaimer: don’t own it, but I wish I did). Like no joke, I have been playing it non-stop. I’m on my third character, and I’ve played the continuation. But I doubt any of you have played it or even heard of it, so I will shut up now…. Well, I will shut up after saying that Alistair is amazing and I officially love him more than I do Sirius Black and Oliver Wood combined! Yea, no joke! Anyway…
I was actually going to put the whole Halloween date in here, but I lost track of time, and I figured it was better to put this up now than wait till I got around to writing the next part in like a week (I don’t really know how long, so don’t panic). I have a lot on my plate right now, so I don’t know when the next chapter will be up. But I did get some beautiful chapter images made so check out all the previous chapters and then review telling me how beautiful they are. Believe me, I already know.
Now please review for this magical chapter that included both Oliver and Roger. Come on show me some love, you know you want to!
Oh and a little heads up. I will be going to my grandparents from next Wednesday to Sunday. They don’t have Internet because they are old and don’t understand new technology, such as the amazing device known as the computer. But they have a golf cart, so I can’t complain. I will write though, because there is only so much Jeopardy you can watch before you need to escape into fantasy worlds like Harry Potter.
I am also leaving once more for a study abroad trip in Milan from July 2nd to the 31st. I do have Internet there, but apparently I have to wake up every morning at seven Monday through Friday for classes. I hear that you don’t go to sleep until around midnight, which might kill me since I run mostly off of power naps, but hopefully the wonderful culture, food, and people of Italia will keep me going. Oh and in case anyone is wondering I speak zero Italian. All I know is French, and I seriously doubt that will help me. Good thing, it’s not a requirement.
I won’t be returning the 31st. I’m actually meeting my mom in London, where we are spending a day to go to Harrods (best store in the world), grab afternoon tea and some fish and chips, then we are flying to Aberdeen (Scotland) for a road trip. We’ll be driving West along the coast to Edinburgh (we’re staying in a castle for a night, I am going to run around and sing “Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy, Hoggy, Hogwarts, teach us something please…” ) Then were off to Dublin for a road trip to Cork, then flying back home.
So, basically I will be back the 7th of August at like 10pm, and will be free to start writing again if I chose not to while in Italy/Scotland/Ireland/England… I guess I could have just said Europe, but where is the fun in that?
Ok, probably no one is reading this at all, so I will shut my trap now. Have a great summer, and I’ll try to have to next chapter up ASAP!
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