Like a Slap in the Face

Oliver Wood is an insufferable good-for-nothing twit.
All he does is swagger around, flaunting his Quiddich title and show off his godly good-looks. Wood is the sort of person who is bloody gorgeous and knows it. He isn't afraid to show it off either. And boy does he make an effort of strutting around, sending his petty fan girls winks. He can't keep his self-obsorbed, nosy attitude to himself, either. And the toerag can go die in a hole full of nagging, strict Percy Weasleys and sharp basilisk fangs for all I care.
But don't get me wrong, I love the guy.

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2. HAHAHAHAHA. No.

And suprised I was. The dainty house elf had somehow created the most complicated cake in existence, throwing layers upon layers of chocolates and other delicious flavors. 
And I ate it slowly and preserving every second of it. 
Ha, that's a lie. I basically inhaled the thing. And my cocoa was gone just as quickly. 
"Thank you, Princess." I sighed in content, watching the other elves cook. "I better be off. Thanks again!" I called as I fled the kitchens. That cake was fabulous. And because of this fabulous cake, I felt rath upbeat. And nothing was going to change that. 
Maybe. 
As I entered the Gryffindor common room, I met the sight of my cat sitting on top of a deathly afraid Percy Weasly. Everyone was frozen around the scene. 
My cat was widely known for vicious and brutal attacks. And I think I might of forgotten to feed her. 
"Aeron..." I cooed, trying to get my beautiful coal black cat from the nasty Head Boy. She gave a menacing hiss at Percy before swiping a paw against his face, drawing blood along four cuts of his cheek. I rolled my eyes as he screamed in 'pain'. Aeron took this chance to come and run against my legs, purring. I swooped the cat up and cradled it in my arms. This little devil creature is my baby. She is the best cat in the history of the world. She only likes people that I like and always leaves presents on Raquel's bed. 
"Get that rabid beast away!" He screamed, clutching his cheek. "I should give you a detention for that one!' I kissed the top of Aeron's head and left the common room. I went up the sixth years dormitories where Angie, Leesh and Katie Bell were. We were Quiddich sisters. We had eachothers backs on the field and off it, as well.
"Hey." I said lamely. Angie sighed before scooting so that I could plop on her bed. 
Aeron decided to jump on Kat's bed and lay on her lap. 
"What's wrong this time?" Angie asked.
"I cannot stand that little she-devil." I sighed. Alicia gave a loud snort. 
"Hun, before you call somebody little, look at yourself." She said. I rolled my eyes before throwing a pillow at her. 
"Can I crash here tonight?" I asked. Kats priactically was jumping up and down. 
"Yess! Pweas Ang?!" We all looked to our responsible friend.
"Fine, but no going to bed too late." She said pointedly.
"Alright, I'll grab me stuffs." 
I made my way down a hall and into my dormitories. Thankfully, Rosa was there. She was one of my other room mates. 
"I'm crashin with the sixth years." I said merrily. She nodded, pushing up her glasses. Rosa doesn't talk much...
After collecting my robes and nececities (Aeron's too) I dropped it all off in the girls' room. 
Now. I can either finish my transfiguration essay, or gossip. 
Transfiguration it is. 
"Hey Delly." I looked up from my now-finished essay and smiled. 
"Hi Ollie." 
"Want to help me with my essay?"
"Translation: Want to write my essay for me and I'll copy it down." 
"Please?"
"Fine."
So that how I ended up writing Oliver's essay while he lay across the couch, on my lap. Wich hurt dearly, may I say. 
Cracker Jack weighs a ton. 
"You done yet?" He murmured. 
"Nope. Almost." I said, using my free hand to drum on his back. 
"I can't wait for New Years." He sighed. I knew what he was referring to; every year his parents held a giant New Years party for family and friends. Every year it ends up being a huge turn up and like every, Im there to help decorate and stuff. But this year was going to be especially fun because I was seventeen and can use magic outside of school. Oliver is only a few months older than me, so he can as well.
"Neither can I." I smiled. I dotted the final 'i'. "Done." Oliver sprung up at once. 
"Good. C'mon." He grabbed my wrist and practically dragged me out of the common room. "Shh." He whispered. 
Oliver and I ran corridor after corridor, dodging Mrs Norris and Filch. And yet, I still had no clue where it was we were going. Finally, he pulled me into an empty classroom. 
"I need your help." He said urgently. I gave him a questioning look and sat on top a desk. 
"What's the problem, Ollie?" My best friend gave a large sigh. 
"It Raquel." 
"You're now just realizing this?" Oliver gave me a blank look. "Fine, putting all hate aside."
"Well it's just..." Oliver shook his head, looking down at his feet. 
"Oliver." I said quietly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You can tell me anything." 
"We've been really distant lately. She knows it too, I just think she's just trying to ignore it...I can't. Delly...I don't like her like I used to."
Despite her horrible nature, Oliver genuinely liked her. Liked, not loved, as he told me so many times. 
"Do what you need to, Ol. I'll always support you. It is, after all, its what bestfriends do."
My friend nodded, still frowning. "Can I have a hug?" I nodded and held both arms out. 
This may suprise you, but big, tough Quiddich Captin Wood is the biggest softie I've ever met. He constantly asked for hugs and all that mushy crap. I for one don't like peasants touching me. 
Ew. 
But over the years we've been friends, I've grown used to it. In fact, it's a weird day when Oliver doesn't ask for one. But, of course, he never asks in public. Mostly because he's had an 'image' to protect since the third year. 
"Now," I started "lets go back to the common room so you can think about the skank situation." I smiled. Oliver returned it, only his was sad. 
On our walk back Oliver was particularly quiet. Usually he's humming, or talking to himself. So to cheer him up, I decided a pig nose would be fun. 
"Hey Ollie." 
"Yeah?" 
"Do you smell something?" 
"No–" Oliver stopped once he saw my nose. I could tell he was hiding a grin. 
The rest of the walk was full of comments like;
"I'm a fish."
"Is it normal for a human to have a beak?" 
"Snape says I'm special."
"I think I stubbed my toe."
"You have a pretty face."
"Can I have your thumb?"
Yeah...hard to believe he puts up with this stuff, huh?

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