Date: July 13, 1999. Characters: Oliver Wood, many others. Location: Cannon's Pitch. Status: Public Summary: The World Cup fundraiser goes over rather well. Completion: InComplete
Gwenog nodded as the young man babbled at her, trying to keep her eyes from glazing over. She was saved when she spotted Morgan, excusing herself to run over to her little brother
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Oliver spotted Jones heading in his direction and straightened up in his chair. "Nice game, Jones. I'm glad you could play today. The fans were happy to see you, you know." While Oliver hadn't always gotten along with Gwenog, he really didn't hold anything against her. She was just rather...brash for his tastes. And that was saying something.
"Thanks, Wood," Gwenog said, momentarily taken back by his rather polite and friendly greeting. Gryffindor, she reminded herself. "You did a bang-up job getting this whole thing together."
She sat down next to him and scrutinized him carefully. "How do you reckon you'll bring the Cup back to England? I mean, besides the finances. England hosted the cup not that long ago, and it didn't exactly go off very well. I can't see the International Committee being easily swayed by the charms of an ex-Keeper. No offense," she added with a slight smile.
Oliver shook his head. "It's not about getting here, it's about getting it to happen at all. All the games and sports departments are working together to get it off the ground- there's just not a lot of funding right now for this sort of thing. Every knut's going into reorganization, rebuilding, education..." He shrugged. "We've got portkeys; the actual game doesn't have to be here."
Sure, everyone wanted it to be in England, but Jones had a point- it hadn't exactly gone well the last time.
Hestia nodded. "But the entire Wizarding World wasn't affected by the war. Surely Brazil or South Africa could host it, for example," Hestia pointed out. "It's only Europe that really needs to be rebuilt."
"Neither country has a Ministry that can afford it right now. At least, that's what I'm told. I don't handle that sort of thing, I just needed to secure sponsors and then work on getting contracts going with different teams. You know how that stuff is."
Gwenog scoffed. They were probably spending their money on silly things, like Anti-Muggle charms and preschools.
"Of course I am! Any day without Quidditch is a day wasted," Gwenog said firmly. "We've got a nice strong team this year - got a couple of good recruits for our reserves. None of your girls though. That was a bit of a shame. Still, can't win them all." She looked over at him. "I think I'm going to miss pelting things at your head, Wood."
"Glad to hear it. Puddlemere will always have my heart, but I look forward to a great season. You guys have a shot for sure. At least, that's what I hear.
He laughed. "Not sure I will miss that part, but it was pretty fun playing against you. When we won, of course." He grinned and sent her his best cheeky look.
"Of course we have a shot, man. We're the Harpies," Gwenog said, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Honestly. It wasn't like they were the Cannons, for Merlin's sake.
Gwenog laughed with him, noting his cheeky look and filing it away for later scrutiny. She doubted very much that Wood would flirt with her. It was probably his Gryffindor charm or something equally silly. "Well, yes, I suppose on the very few occasions that you managed to beat the Harpies, you might have enjoyed it more," Gwenog acknowledged with a wink.
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She sat down next to him and scrutinized him carefully. "How do you reckon you'll bring the Cup back to England? I mean, besides the finances. England hosted the cup not that long ago, and it didn't exactly go off very well. I can't see the International Committee being easily swayed by the charms of an ex-Keeper. No offense," she added with a slight smile.
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Sure, everyone wanted it to be in England, but Jones had a point- it hadn't exactly gone well the last time.
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He smiled. "So, you ready to start playing soon?"
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"Of course I am! Any day without Quidditch is a day wasted," Gwenog said firmly. "We've got a nice strong team this year - got a couple of good recruits for our reserves. None of your girls though. That was a bit of a shame. Still, can't win them all." She looked over at him. "I think I'm going to miss pelting things at your head, Wood."
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He laughed. "Not sure I will miss that part, but it was pretty fun playing against you. When we won, of course." He grinned and sent her his best cheeky look.
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Gwenog laughed with him, noting his cheeky look and filing it away for later scrutiny. She doubted very much that Wood would flirt with her. It was probably his Gryffindor charm or something equally silly. "Well, yes, I suppose on the very few occasions that you managed to beat the Harpies, you might have enjoyed it more," Gwenog acknowledged with a wink.
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