RP: OWL TO OLIVER
Date: 2 June 2005
Character(s): Dennis Creevey, Oliver Wood
Location: Hammerside
Status: Private
Summary: Dennis decides to see if he can take a flyer
Completion: Incomplete
What the Bloodly....?
Dennis was still playing catch up on his sleep, what with the Paris trip, getting back into the swing of things at the cinema, planting more container garderns, and general research about gardening and organic vegetables. He still had a ton of things to do; iike talk to Katie, make time to see Wayne again, get into Exeter with Fleur and Dean, checking out Muggle juice or organic food stands, and flying.
Well not so much the latter, but somewhere in the dark hours of morning in Paris, Dennis had mentioned wanting to try flying again but wanting private lessons. Fleur had immediately told him he should contack Oliver Wood, nothing but the best for her friend and then a few phrases in French that he didn't understand and was pretty sure he didn't want to. He woke up Saturday morning determined to check his plants, send an OWL and then have breakfast, but...
He was not awake enough for this. Taking another stunned glance at the thing in a tutu, he headed back inside; change of plans, OWL, then back to bed for another fifteen winks or so..
Dear Oliver:
A friend of mine, Fleur Delacour, recommended I contact you. I was hoping to find someone to give me private lessons in flying as I did not fare that well in school, but would like to try again. Fleur had suggested that you would be the best person for the job.
I understand that this is not something a professional Quidditch player would normally do, and if you are not interested I understand, but I thought I'd ask. You can reach my by OWL, or find me at Hammerside, Flat 2A.
Thank you.
Dennis Creevey.
Character(s): Dennis Creevey, Oliver Wood
Location: Hammerside
Status: Private
Summary: Dennis decides to see if he can take a flyer
Completion: Incomplete
What the Bloodly....?
Dennis was still playing catch up on his sleep, what with the Paris trip, getting back into the swing of things at the cinema, planting more container garderns, and general research about gardening and organic vegetables. He still had a ton of things to do; iike talk to Katie, make time to see Wayne again, get into Exeter with Fleur and Dean, checking out Muggle juice or organic food stands, and flying.
Well not so much the latter, but somewhere in the dark hours of morning in Paris, Dennis had mentioned wanting to try flying again but wanting private lessons. Fleur had immediately told him he should contack Oliver Wood, nothing but the best for her friend and then a few phrases in French that he didn't understand and was pretty sure he didn't want to. He woke up Saturday morning determined to check his plants, send an OWL and then have breakfast, but...
He was not awake enough for this. Taking another stunned glance at the thing in a tutu, he headed back inside; change of plans, OWL, then back to bed for another fifteen winks or so..
Dear Oliver:
A friend of mine, Fleur Delacour, recommended I contact you. I was hoping to find someone to give me private lessons in flying as I did not fare that well in school, but would like to try again. Fleur had suggested that you would be the best person for the job.
I understand that this is not something a professional Quidditch player would normally do, and if you are not interested I understand, but I thought I'd ask. You can reach my by OWL, or find me at Hammerside, Flat 2A.
Thank you.
Dennis Creevey.