Thursday, Hogwarts, Oliver Wood's 7th Year at Hogwarts and You

It was a rather tense afternoon, there was a big storm a few seconds ago and the atmosphere looked more than depressing, like a spooky black and white movie. The only thing that could be heard was a loud scolding, drops of water falling from a window to the floor and the sound of Madam Pomfrey's healing potions.

There was a Quidditch match, Oliver's team won, but at what cost? Fred and Oliver accidentally hit a Bludger and sent it hurtling towards someone, not only breaking their special racing broomstick If not by sending that person to the ground from a great distance. Oh, you should have seen Oliver's reaction, he went CRAZY after that.

Of course, Fred and George didn't do it on purpose, and in fact they are quiet listening to Oliver, they- no, everyone at Hogwarts thinks that Oliver only cares about two things, his broom and quidditch, after all, his title of captain is not for decoration.

"I can't believe you two did something like that, blimey! How dumb do you two have to be...Do you only have one combined neuron? Your job was to send the Bludger out of bounds, BOUNDS , not to the person I love! Now you two have ruined my perfect confession, who knows when the perfect moment will be."

Oliver was screaming outside the infirmary after Madam Pomfrey kicked him out of the aforementioned infirmary because of the racket they were causing, you are lying in a bed with a bandage on your head, a bruise on one leg and a splinter that you would later be left with.