Oliver Wood (oliver_way) wrote in witchway, @ 2008-03-11 14:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | cho, oliver |
Puddlemere vs. Sweetwater
Who: Oliver, Cho, anyone else in Texas
When: Tuesday evening
Where: a Quidditch stadium in Texas
What: Oliver decides to lead by example.
From a dead stop, Oliver put on a burst of speed, stopping short as he swung the tail end of his broom around and hit the incoming Quaffle with his twigs. The a roar of disappointment came from the stands as the Quaffle went flying straight into Ben's grasp. The Puddlemere Chasers took off down the pitch again, racing away from him, and Oliver punched his fists into the air, shouting along with the handful of Puddlemere fans.
He lowered his hands and wiped the rivulets of sweat trailing down from his hairline. They'd been at this for hours--too many hours. They had the advantage on Sweetwater, hovering around 130 to 170 points ahead for the past hour and currently sitting pretty at 160, but Annette couldn't seem to seal the deal with the Snitch.
Just then, he spotted a glimmer of gold out of the corner of his eye. He looked up, and saw Annette looking in totally the wrong direction. "OI, FLEMING!" he shouted, and she whipped her broom around to look at him. He gave her a quick hand signal to tip her off on where to look and she nodded, but by the time she had spotted the Snitch the Sweetwater Seeker was already in a steep dive. He saw the Seeker glance up and grin. Oliver swore under his breath. The Sweetwater Chasers were coming back at him full force. That's what the blasted Seeker was counting on. He couldn't let them get this goal or it would be a tied game at best. His left hand squeezed his broom in a white knuckled grip, and just as the lead Chaser shot for the left hoop, he thrust forward and spiraled into it, knocking the Quaffle off course.
The crowd let out an excited shout, and Oliver looked down to see the Sweetwater Seeker holding the struggling Snitch aloft. He laughed and shouted just as the crowd's elation made a sharp turn toward loud, vocal disappointment, the small Puddlemere section's victory shouts ringing through straight to his ears. He flew out into the center of the pitch, high-fiving Roger and tackle-hugging Ben in mid-air, and then dove toward the ground. Broom in hand, he strode toward the Healer's station, his eyes locked on Cho and a huge grin on his face. If secrecy wasn't healthy for George and Bells, by Godric it wasn't healthy for them, either. Before she could stop him, he tossed his broom to the Healer-in-Charge and, picking Cho up in his arms, spun her around and kissed her hard.