pl_oliver (pl_oliver) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2009-09-09 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 september, angelina johnson, oliver wood |
Quidditch
Who: Oliver Wood and open
Where: Quidditch Pitch
When: September 10, 5:AM
What: Oliver wants to play some Quidditch and he'll wait by himself all morning to see if anyone shows up.
Kids these days were just not built of the same stuff. Oh, it's the first week of school. Oh, we have so much homework. It was all pretty pathetic. He couldn't figure out why Ginny, and yes, Angie, weren't pushing the players harder. So what if school was on? He'd managed to study and get perfectly good marks, he just sacrificed valuable sleep hours and socializing time for something even more important.
You know, it hadn't hurt him not to hang out with friends, or go to parties. He had plenty of friends, and people who knew him. These kids were just unmotivated, and quite frankly a little bit weak.
But, if he could just get his hands on them, he could whip them into shape really quick.
In fact he was thinking of trying to convince the Headmistress that he should have a position as a Quidditch coach for the school. Just the whole school. The way he saw it Quidditch was invaluable. It taught kids perserverance, respect, fair play, balance, and most importantly not to be whiny sissies. It was perfect! He just had to think of a good way to explain it to her so she agreed with him. He wasn't so good with words so he didn't know if he could pull it off or not but a year coaching Quidditch? That would be fantastic.
Besides, his brand new girlfriend was here so it would be convenient if he could stick around too.
He glanced at his watch. 5:02 AM... and he was alone. He tapped his wand a few times on the ground.
Was anyone coming?