Anyone for Quidditch?
The doors to the WENN radio station opened to admit a tall athletically built teenager dressed in red and gold robes with knee and arm protectors. He held a fancy broomstick in his hand. Gertie had never seen the insignia on the robes before, but all she knew were the lamentable Pittsburgh Pirates who needed more than a logo change to improve their chances. To Gertie, the young man looked like a very odd cross between a chimneysweeper and a rugby player.
"Um hello, I'm Wood… Oliver Wood," he spoke with a thick Scottish accent. "I was asked to see someone about a story idea. I came straight from Quidditch practice, but I'm afraid I got a little lost."
"Are you going to help sweep up the debris or something?" Gertie asked, glancing at his broomstick.
Oliver paused, then remembered he was holding his broomstick. "Oh right, Muggles…"
Gertie shook her head. She punched the intercom. "Mr. Wood is here to see you… send him right in… yes, ma'am, of course… ma'am? Isn't he… a trifle young?" Oliver blushed.
Okay, who the heck woke up Harry Potter fanfiction in my brain? I've never had a single fanfic idea for the HP universe and I've reread the books several times now. Suddenly after the second time seeing both movies, as fast as you can say "Quidditch practice", I have an Oliver Wood muse. At least I have a muse who is easy on the eyes… even he is a little daft on the subject of Quidditch.
"Um hello, I'm Wood… Oliver Wood," he spoke with a thick Scottish accent. "I was asked to see someone about a story idea. I came straight from Quidditch practice, but I'm afraid I got a little lost."
"Are you going to help sweep up the debris or something?" Gertie asked, glancing at his broomstick.
Oliver paused, then remembered he was holding his broomstick. "Oh right, Muggles…"
Gertie shook her head. She punched the intercom. "Mr. Wood is here to see you… send him right in… yes, ma'am, of course… ma'am? Isn't he… a trifle young?" Oliver blushed.
Okay, who the heck woke up Harry Potter fanfiction in my brain? I've never had a single fanfic idea for the HP universe and I've reread the books several times now. Suddenly after the second time seeing both movies, as fast as you can say "Quidditch practice", I have an Oliver Wood muse. At least I have a muse who is easy on the eyes… even he is a little daft on the subject of Quidditch.