Post by ginnyrules27 on Jul 23, 2012 0:18:02 GMT -5
No one could ever accuse Oliver Wood of being a complex boy. He was under the pressure of OWL's....well, more like ignoring his dorm mate Percy Weasley as he studied while planning Quidditch training techniques. But there was something that irked him during the past few weeks.
Potter wasn't himself during practice. Anyone could see that, and yet Oliver wondered why the rest of the team hadn't come to him. The Chasers thought of Harry as their own little brother--hell, Oliver privately thought of Harry as that too sometimes. It was hard not to, he was so ickle.
Sighing, Oliver pushed his hair back and leaned forward in his chair, that was one of the perks of being a Captain. You got your own office. But sometimes, having your own office meant leaving yourself alone with your thoughts.
He knew Gryffindor was in last place for the House Cup, but to tell you the truth, he didn't care. The House cup was pointless compared to the Quidditch Cup, in which Gryffindor was in first place for. But they couldn't win that last game if the team didn't work together.
He knew what he had to do. Getting up, he poked his head out into the changing area.
"BELL, WEASLEY, WEASLEY, SPINNET, JOHNSON!" he hollered and the five came running as fast as they could. Harry had already left, as been his practice the past few days.
"I want to talk," Oliver said, sitting down at his desk once more.
"Shoot Oliver," Katie smiled at the captain. "We're all ears."
"It's about Harry."
The easy going mood quickly went south, and Oliver didn't have to look up to know that some foul looks were being sent his way.
"Alicia, why'd you almost knock Harry off his broom last week during practice when you should have been on the other side of the pitch for that move?" Oliver asked to avoid the grumbles.
"Well, he flew into me," Alicia shrugged but Oliver pressed on.
"Angelina, why did Harry's glasses end up in your locker two weeks ago after practice? Harry nearly broke his leg twice tripping over the benches trying to get out of here."
"Uh--"
"Katie, why did you laugh when idiots one and two over there found it funny to nearly CRACK THEIR FELLOW TEAM MATE'S SKULL OPEN WHEN A BLUDGER GOT PAST THEM!"
Oliver was shouting now, a trait he proudly got from his father. The team was cowering a tad now, not used to seeing their captain shout at them. Normally it was about Flint.
"We. Are. A. Team," Oliver said, poking each of them in the chest. "We do not play pranks against one another or risk our team mate's safety. If you want to do that, go join the Slytherin team. There's the door, I'm not stopping you."
When no one left, Oliver exhaled sharply and continued. "The only reason I haven't reported this to McGonagall is because I need my team for that game."
"Oliver, you can't be serious," Alicia gasped, realizing the implication. "You actually believe Potter's story about being lost?"
"He's a first year," Oliver argued back.
"It's May!"
"Spinnet, do you want to be benched for the next game?" Oliver drew himself to his full height. "I can, and will, find a better Chaser in time. Just give me a reason."
Alicia glared at him, something Oliver didn't notice because he was looking down at his desk.
"This had better be the last time I see any of you in here except to tell me if there is a problem," Oliver said. "I can handle you telling me if you have a problem. I can not handle you guys taking the matters into your own hands."
"Got it Oliver," Katie nodded with a timid smile. "We won't bother The Seeker anymore."
Oliver groaned at hearing that but realized, as the team left upon their dismissal, that it was probably better than nothing.
Potter wasn't himself during practice. Anyone could see that, and yet Oliver wondered why the rest of the team hadn't come to him. The Chasers thought of Harry as their own little brother--hell, Oliver privately thought of Harry as that too sometimes. It was hard not to, he was so ickle.
Sighing, Oliver pushed his hair back and leaned forward in his chair, that was one of the perks of being a Captain. You got your own office. But sometimes, having your own office meant leaving yourself alone with your thoughts.
He knew Gryffindor was in last place for the House Cup, but to tell you the truth, he didn't care. The House cup was pointless compared to the Quidditch Cup, in which Gryffindor was in first place for. But they couldn't win that last game if the team didn't work together.
He knew what he had to do. Getting up, he poked his head out into the changing area.
"BELL, WEASLEY, WEASLEY, SPINNET, JOHNSON!" he hollered and the five came running as fast as they could. Harry had already left, as been his practice the past few days.
"I want to talk," Oliver said, sitting down at his desk once more.
"Shoot Oliver," Katie smiled at the captain. "We're all ears."
"It's about Harry."
The easy going mood quickly went south, and Oliver didn't have to look up to know that some foul looks were being sent his way.
"Alicia, why'd you almost knock Harry off his broom last week during practice when you should have been on the other side of the pitch for that move?" Oliver asked to avoid the grumbles.
"Well, he flew into me," Alicia shrugged but Oliver pressed on.
"Angelina, why did Harry's glasses end up in your locker two weeks ago after practice? Harry nearly broke his leg twice tripping over the benches trying to get out of here."
"Uh--"
"Katie, why did you laugh when idiots one and two over there found it funny to nearly CRACK THEIR FELLOW TEAM MATE'S SKULL OPEN WHEN A BLUDGER GOT PAST THEM!"
Oliver was shouting now, a trait he proudly got from his father. The team was cowering a tad now, not used to seeing their captain shout at them. Normally it was about Flint.
"We. Are. A. Team," Oliver said, poking each of them in the chest. "We do not play pranks against one another or risk our team mate's safety. If you want to do that, go join the Slytherin team. There's the door, I'm not stopping you."
When no one left, Oliver exhaled sharply and continued. "The only reason I haven't reported this to McGonagall is because I need my team for that game."
"Oliver, you can't be serious," Alicia gasped, realizing the implication. "You actually believe Potter's story about being lost?"
"He's a first year," Oliver argued back.
"It's May!"
"Spinnet, do you want to be benched for the next game?" Oliver drew himself to his full height. "I can, and will, find a better Chaser in time. Just give me a reason."
Alicia glared at him, something Oliver didn't notice because he was looking down at his desk.
"This had better be the last time I see any of you in here except to tell me if there is a problem," Oliver said. "I can handle you telling me if you have a problem. I can not handle you guys taking the matters into your own hands."
"Got it Oliver," Katie nodded with a timid smile. "We won't bother The Seeker anymore."
Oliver groaned at hearing that but realized, as the team left upon their dismissal, that it was probably better than nothing.
