This for involved gentelmen only...
!! WARNING OF SNITCH IMPORTANCE !!
HE-EY, is anyone here..?? Yes? GET OUT, before it's too late, mate!! :D This is slash and it can cause seroius health problems, so if you bloody have no clue what "slash" is except for the giood old agressive meaning, rather skip this post as if you didn't see anything and if no (I got you too interested, huh? -__-"), you better don't dare dislike what it really is..! Hell. I really did it after all... 'O____O'
Which I mean, if you weren't redirected her from my link, don't bother. This is all about boys love - if you dislike this topic, don't read furthermore.
Sooo unknown title: " Do you wonder? "
That brave author: tea_cups_heaven's nameless; Billy Frich at some times
Starring: Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint (what a shock)
Ho, ho, what it's about: is about Wood not giving it a fuck when it comes to the point... Marcus being poor thing :D In fact, all about Oliver thinking and third person (narrator) "answering" him. I can't tell more, it's not long enough to be summarized, you know?! XD
Word count: 813
Disclaimer: Too bad I do have nothing to do with this, excluding plot/main idea (I don't care that it's not a miracle, it's mine, I'll just plain find you and get you down if you offended my rights: don't underestimate girls with weapons around XDD), Ollie, Marc and oh-so-amazing Game, all belongs to Rowling. Surprisingly, so do once mentioned prof Snape, George and Ange.
Notes: Excuse my english if it's being bad in any way. I am not native speaker and I only learn english for about three-four years. I have to admit that I am very active in learning the language, but still... I also have terrible neologistic tendences in both, vocabulary and the way words are put up together in sentence or phrase, so... :D Don't worry, I do this in czech, too. XD (being from former Czech-oslovakia, ya know?? :3) And if the story just sucks, I'm sorry in advance. :DD (I'm not sure, I felt alot re-reading it but friend of mine said it was rubbish; so don't dare you tell me I didn't warn you-) Calm down, this is only my first one..! Next one should be better. I'd love anyone pointing out what's not so good for me. Down in that comments..! :D. Everything: spelling, too harsh cut... I so need help in this to get better to please you. =@.@=
PS - Big thanks: to my feedbacking friend who told me to get my hands off writing her fave genre. :D Too bad I didn't listen! ^3^ ...To x_posed_again because if I didn't fell in love with the writer at a first read, I'd never stay long enough to have that brilliant(ly stupid) idea to write, Oliver/Marcus, to be accurate. (big tribute, hehe.)
FINALLY, the story!! ;D:
- - -
You probably wonder why. Or maybe even not. No matter your statements it's just the way it is, right?
This attitude is obvious. Sure you don't like him, you probably never thought about it.
Yet isn't it strange? Or is it expectable since Gryffindors and Slytherins are supposed to dislike each other and have all more than cold relationships?
You hate him, no doubt, but you rather don't mind him - just pretend he, as another of your problems, doesn't exist and everything will be ok. He is not visible to you. Doesn't exist. Doesn't stand in your way. Right now.
You have to admit that you are more pissed at his looks than of by all injuries he ever caused you. Allergy would be the right word.
Tha'd mean you hate his appearance and possibly even existence. (Ooh fucking his mother, what has thou done??) Still his acting was always a little bit weird. Why is it you?! No, he does have to pick up right on you!
You can remember on pitch, how he would foul you all the time.
Then on the ground, teasing you.
Then fighting.
So many offences that they are long time out and frequently repeating.
You know, you hate him, too, but does he have cause handicap for even both of you as for serious Quidditch players?! So childish.
You can't hate him more.
*
"Hey, Wood, still can't catch up?" Flint said with stupidist look ever, perhaps he won't know. Wood suddenly felt his anger spread all over his body. "Go dig yourself!!" he shouted as Flint quickly flew away after Angelina who held Quaffle right then. It isn't even true. Well, once scored, what's the big deal?! Generally, Flint would be the one to catch up. Flint was taking liberties with Wood. He could not accept this! He got his chance to not let him go easily with it because George got near goals. For a second, he noticed Wood signposting his mind. The message of his pantomima was clear. Wood watched the game for a while since no one seemed to make his way with Quaffle within rage. But that would be on both sides. Wood sighed. After a few minutes, Flint reached for Quaffle that was in held of Gryffindor when unexpectingly Budgler which never caused him much of trouble almost hit his arm. Few more minutes of nothing interesting. Sometimes, he just thought it could be better if he could only somehow reach his team-mates. He could at least lead them if nothing else! Argh. That little spacing out at this weird game - thinking that none before was so - so, slow and neutral like this one. Almost no action. Yeah, he had to take care of the Quaffle few times but it was nothing hard to do. He hoped that he'd see Flint down, maybe even literally but this day Bludger seemed to have amazingly genius brain. - allowed him to think deeper about his anger and the more time it took the less he concentrated at Quidditch. Thank god madame Hooch aborted the game because of the school. Fans were frustrated and players even more. Mood that day was terrible in all cases. Only Wood didn't think about these. He was rather thinking of how he won't avoid Flint today and punch him good instead.
*
If you would ask, I would tell you. It's a pity you are not intersted. Because everything is not always what it seems.
*
On the potion's lesson, he sat near him. Oh, no! Wood reacted immediately in his mind. Tell me he's not going to offend me again! Tell me it was not his intention to sit within reach of a kick! Wood sighed and rolled with hazelnut eyes.
*
If you would ask him, he would clearly teach you of how is it: he simply hates you so much he enjoys himself tyrannizeing you.
If you would ask me, I would tell you.
He just needs to reach for you daily somehow.
He can't stop imagineing your coppery brown hair in the sunlight.
He has to conviece himself he isn't insane.
He needs to haul your care. You, focusing on him - for any lenght of time!
He must explain that he knows your every steps, that he even knows something more about you in some way.
He mustn't get under suspection when he seeks you!
He is desperate, doesn't even understand himself.
He is that way from the very first time he smelled you years ago when you both were kids.
But you don't ask questions.
*
...Maybe you just CAN hate him more by every other day, he told himself as Flint whispered some sentences in the direction of Wood's ear, as horrible, annoying and irritating, as he could expect from that nag; exactly at the moment Snape was wandering near around. Great.
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Again, sorry for being such a babbley girl. :D Guess I should write more and talk less about what I wrote. XD Anyway, hope you liked it. Good day! I know, I'am being annoyance again.. XD I will have long talk of what no one's interested at this length even while dying. ;D Bye, really my dear...
HE-EY, is anyone here..?? Yes? GET OUT, before it's too late, mate!! :D This is slash and it can cause seroius health problems, so if you bloody have no clue what "slash" is except for the giood old agressive meaning, rather skip this post as if you didn't see anything and if no (I got you too interested, huh? -__-"), you better don't dare dislike what it really is..! Hell. I really did it after all... 'O____O'
Which I mean, if you weren't redirected her from my link, don't bother. This is all about boys love - if you dislike this topic, don't read furthermore.
Sooo unknown title: " Do you wonder? "
That brave author: tea_cups_heaven's nameless; Billy Frich at some times
Starring: Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint (what a shock)
Ho, ho, what it's about: is about Wood not giving it a fuck when it comes to the point... Marcus being poor thing :D In fact, all about Oliver thinking and third person (narrator) "answering" him. I can't tell more, it's not long enough to be summarized, you know?! XD
Word count: 813
Disclaimer: Too bad I do have nothing to do with this, excluding plot/main idea (I don't care that it's not a miracle, it's mine, I'll just plain find you and get you down if you offended my rights: don't underestimate girls with weapons around XDD), Ollie, Marc and oh-so-amazing Game, all belongs to Rowling. Surprisingly, so do once mentioned prof Snape, George and Ange.
Notes: Excuse my english if it's being bad in any way. I am not native speaker and I only learn english for about three-four years. I have to admit that I am very active in learning the language, but still... I also have terrible neologistic tendences in both, vocabulary and the way words are put up together in sentence or phrase, so... :D Don't worry, I do this in czech, too. XD (being from former Czech-oslovakia, ya know?? :3) And if the story just sucks, I'm sorry in advance. :DD (I'm not sure, I felt alot re-reading it but friend of mine said it was rubbish; so don't dare you tell me I didn't warn you-) Calm down, this is only my first one..! Next one should be better. I'd love anyone pointing out what's not so good for me. Down in that comments..! :D. Everything: spelling, too harsh cut... I so need help in this to get better to please you. =@.@=
PS - Big thanks: to my feedbacking friend who told me to get my hands off writing her fave genre. :D Too bad I didn't listen! ^3^ ...To x_posed_again because if I didn't fell in love with the writer at a first read, I'd never stay long enough to have that brilliant(ly stupid) idea to write, Oliver/Marcus, to be accurate. (big tribute, hehe.)
FINALLY, the story!! ;D:
- - -
You probably wonder why. Or maybe even not. No matter your statements it's just the way it is, right?
This attitude is obvious. Sure you don't like him, you probably never thought about it.
Yet isn't it strange? Or is it expectable since Gryffindors and Slytherins are supposed to dislike each other and have all more than cold relationships?
You hate him, no doubt, but you rather don't mind him - just pretend he, as another of your problems, doesn't exist and everything will be ok. He is not visible to you. Doesn't exist. Doesn't stand in your way. Right now.
You have to admit that you are more pissed at his looks than of by all injuries he ever caused you. Allergy would be the right word.
Tha'd mean you hate his appearance and possibly even existence. (Ooh fucking his mother, what has thou done??) Still his acting was always a little bit weird. Why is it you?! No, he does have to pick up right on you!
You can remember on pitch, how he would foul you all the time.
Then on the ground, teasing you.
Then fighting.
So many offences that they are long time out and frequently repeating.
You know, you hate him, too, but does he have cause handicap for even both of you as for serious Quidditch players?! So childish.
You can't hate him more.
*
"Hey, Wood, still can't catch up?" Flint said with stupidist look ever, perhaps he won't know. Wood suddenly felt his anger spread all over his body. "Go dig yourself!!" he shouted as Flint quickly flew away after Angelina who held Quaffle right then. It isn't even true. Well, once scored, what's the big deal?! Generally, Flint would be the one to catch up. Flint was taking liberties with Wood. He could not accept this! He got his chance to not let him go easily with it because George got near goals. For a second, he noticed Wood signposting his mind. The message of his pantomima was clear. Wood watched the game for a while since no one seemed to make his way with Quaffle within rage. But that would be on both sides. Wood sighed. After a few minutes, Flint reached for Quaffle that was in held of Gryffindor when unexpectingly Budgler which never caused him much of trouble almost hit his arm. Few more minutes of nothing interesting. Sometimes, he just thought it could be better if he could only somehow reach his team-mates. He could at least lead them if nothing else! Argh. That little spacing out at this weird game - thinking that none before was so - so, slow and neutral like this one. Almost no action. Yeah, he had to take care of the Quaffle few times but it was nothing hard to do. He hoped that he'd see Flint down, maybe even literally but this day Bludger seemed to have amazingly genius brain. - allowed him to think deeper about his anger and the more time it took the less he concentrated at Quidditch. Thank god madame Hooch aborted the game because of the school. Fans were frustrated and players even more. Mood that day was terrible in all cases. Only Wood didn't think about these. He was rather thinking of how he won't avoid Flint today and punch him good instead.
*
If you would ask, I would tell you. It's a pity you are not intersted. Because everything is not always what it seems.
*
On the potion's lesson, he sat near him. Oh, no! Wood reacted immediately in his mind. Tell me he's not going to offend me again! Tell me it was not his intention to sit within reach of a kick! Wood sighed and rolled with hazelnut eyes.
*
If you would ask him, he would clearly teach you of how is it: he simply hates you so much he enjoys himself tyrannizeing you.
If you would ask me, I would tell you.
He just needs to reach for you daily somehow.
He can't stop imagineing your coppery brown hair in the sunlight.
He has to conviece himself he isn't insane.
He needs to haul your care. You, focusing on him - for any lenght of time!
He must explain that he knows your every steps, that he even knows something more about you in some way.
He mustn't get under suspection when he seeks you!
He is desperate, doesn't even understand himself.
He is that way from the very first time he smelled you years ago when you both were kids.
But you don't ask questions.
*
...Maybe you just CAN hate him more by every other day, he told himself as Flint whispered some sentences in the direction of Wood's ear, as horrible, annoying and irritating, as he could expect from that nag; exactly at the moment Snape was wandering near around. Great.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Again, sorry for being such a babbley girl. :D Guess I should write more and talk less about what I wrote. XD Anyway, hope you liked it. Good day! I know, I'am being annoyance again.. XD I will have long talk of what no one's interested at this length even while dying. ;D Bye, really my dear...