An Unlikely Troupe
"Mr. Wood, your services are needed." Professor McGonagall looked into Professor Flitwicks class and acknowledged Oliver. Oliver was confused, Qudditch was over until next month. He got up and walked towards McGonagall. After a while of walking down the hall, He stopped to stare at a trophy case. It was the case with Quidditch trophies. He was a little dissapointed when he quickly glimpse at shiniest one, which was Harry Potter's dad, James Potter. Seeker.
Draco was reading Hogwarts: A History, while Crabbe was discussing how amazing Quidditch was going to be this year. Draco paused and pushed up his glasses. It was hot and he was sweating. "Men, you don't play so why boast." He slammed the book closed and took off his glasses with a flick of his hand and hair.
"Why do you read that book Malfoy?" Goyle didn't comprehend much after that one year where he wa knocked out by floating cupcakes. Ever since then, Draco has been weary about then.
"I'm reading for my own reasons." Draco grabbed his broom. "I'm gonna, fly for a while."
"Pretty fly guy eh Snakey." Harry made fun of Draco, it was a first.
"Harry! Get back on that broom and fly away why don't you." Oliver flicked his hand and Harry was gone. Oliver Wood was a leader type person and, he had it in for the ladies.
"Why did you do that?" Draco asked him. Even though Oliver is a few years older then Draco, they were about the same height. There was a huge growth spurt this summer for Draco.
"I may be on Gryffindor but, it don't have to be mean." He smiled and laughed then and reached out his hand to help Draco off the ground.
Draco blushed but accepted the hand.
They both flew away in opposite directions....
 Ali Drank A Slushie · Mon Jul 06, 2009 @ 01:57am · 0 Comments |
