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Date: August 25th
Time: 4 in the afternoon
Location: Puddlemere United Quidditch Training Pitch
Characters Involved: Oliver, Harry, Montague, Adrian, Fred, NPCs Aladair and Joey.
Rating: PG-13 to start, but Oliver is anal-retentive, so it might go up to for language.
Oliver was pacing the Quidditch pitch. Back to Hogwarts for one last game. He didn’t think anyone else would understand. He had worked his arse off to win that cup. All three years of his captainship, and even before that, he had done the best he bloody well could. No one could deny that. Oliver had pushed the physical limits of everyone on his team - but they hadn’t even seen how far he had pushed himself. If he had had to leave Hogwarts without the cup --- Well, he still didn’t want to think about it. He had won the cup, he had gone onto play with PU, and now they were tied for first.
And now he was going back to Hogwarts for one last game. He thought he had a pretty good team. Harry as Seeker - damn those Tornadoes for trying to take him, he needed to join PU - Montague, Aladair and Adrian as his Chasers. Katie had split up the Twins so he had Fred as a Beater. At the last moment he had gotten an offer from Joey Jenkins, a beater for the Chudley Cannons. He figured that Fred would be happy about that. He wasn’t overly excited, but he’d do what he could.
Everyone had been telling Oliver that there’d probably be more witches in the stands than any other game he’d ever been to. Six of the top 10 Bachelors of the Wizarding World playing Quidditch in one place? Gods.
And then there was this ball that he was going to have to go to -- It almost wasn’t worth being able to start coaching at Hogwarts.
He jumped on his broom and started zooming around, resting his body against the wood and practicing some maneuvers. He was a bit tired after the workout with Perry in the morning, regular training - One last game of the season, and they HAD to stay at first - and now this. Oh well, his body could handle anything.
He zoomed the perimeter of the area letting the wind rush through his hair. He had to win this game. He had to. He wouldn’t be able to handle it if he couldn’t. This might be his last game at Hogwarts. The last game had been a win, a big win. This had to be a better win.
Now where the bloody hell was everyone?
Time: 4 in the afternoon
Location: Puddlemere United Quidditch Training Pitch
Characters Involved: Oliver, Harry, Montague, Adrian, Fred, NPCs Aladair and Joey.
Rating: PG-13 to start, but Oliver is anal-retentive, so it might go up to for language.
Oliver was pacing the Quidditch pitch. Back to Hogwarts for one last game. He didn’t think anyone else would understand. He had worked his arse off to win that cup. All three years of his captainship, and even before that, he had done the best he bloody well could. No one could deny that. Oliver had pushed the physical limits of everyone on his team - but they hadn’t even seen how far he had pushed himself. If he had had to leave Hogwarts without the cup --- Well, he still didn’t want to think about it. He had won the cup, he had gone onto play with PU, and now they were tied for first.
And now he was going back to Hogwarts for one last game. He thought he had a pretty good team. Harry as Seeker - damn those Tornadoes for trying to take him, he needed to join PU - Montague, Aladair and Adrian as his Chasers. Katie had split up the Twins so he had Fred as a Beater. At the last moment he had gotten an offer from Joey Jenkins, a beater for the Chudley Cannons. He figured that Fred would be happy about that. He wasn’t overly excited, but he’d do what he could.
Everyone had been telling Oliver that there’d probably be more witches in the stands than any other game he’d ever been to. Six of the top 10 Bachelors of the Wizarding World playing Quidditch in one place? Gods.
And then there was this ball that he was going to have to go to -- It almost wasn’t worth being able to start coaching at Hogwarts.
He jumped on his broom and started zooming around, resting his body against the wood and practicing some maneuvers. He was a bit tired after the workout with Perry in the morning, regular training - One last game of the season, and they HAD to stay at first - and now this. Oh well, his body could handle anything.
He zoomed the perimeter of the area letting the wind rush through his hair. He had to win this game. He had to. He wouldn’t be able to handle it if he couldn’t. This might be his last game at Hogwarts. The last game had been a win, a big win. This had to be a better win.
Now where the bloody hell was everyone?