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25 March 2007 @ 08:54 pm
Who: Oliver Wood and Ginny Weasley
When: Midday, 25th March
Where: Quidditch Pitch.
Why: Because guess who else is international Quidditch material?
Rating: Hard R. Pregnant woman here!

Oliver hoped Ginny would show up as he had contacted her with very little details on what was actually going on. It's not that she didn't like him or anything of the sort. It was Oliver, after all. Her friendly Quidditch team captaion.

Who knew how much the little Weasley girl had grown up since he had left Hogwarts, though. She was already quite a sassy girl when he was there, which was two years time. She could have completely warped herself and Oliver would have had no idea whatsoever. Sitting in the Gryffindor stands with his broom, he waited patiently.
{mood}: contentcontent
ginny katelyn: flirtatious; come get it if you want it.thatginnygirl on March 26th, 2007 08:00 pm (UTC)
Ginny huffed as she remembered that Oliver had asked to meet her at the Quidditch Pitch. She threw on one of her black t-shirts and a pair of jeans, before she reached underneath her bed and pulled out her broom.

It had been a while since she had even set foot on the Quidditch Pitch and she had even forgotten that Fred and George had chipped in to get her a Nimbus 2000 for her birthday last year.

She also grabbed the case where she kept her Chaser's gloves in and extracted the thick, leather things and putting them in the pocket of her cloak.

She sneezed at the dust that had gathered on it and meandered her way to the Pitch. The air was fresh, but it was sunny and that was all that mattered at the moment.

She climbed up into the stands and spotted Oliver, walking over. "Hey Oliver!" She said, smiling at him.
hesa_keeper on March 27th, 2007 01:30 am (UTC)
Oliver smiled at Ginny, noticing she had brought her equipment. With a nod, Oliver took a thin, black thing from his pocket and clipped it on an angle on the end of the stands. It faced the sky and a small, red light beeped on and off. Fiddling with it for a couple of seconds, he finally turned to Ginny.

"Well, short of anything, they want Chasers' trials taped. That's what that little black thing is for. You're here because they want you for their teams, Ginny. Different for Chasers than Seekers, if you heard already from Harry."

Oliver pulled the scarlet, round ball from the stands and tossed it at Ginny. Grinning, he turned to go and mount on the field.
ginny katelyn: innocent; I didn't do it.thatginnygirl on March 27th, 2007 01:34 am (UTC)
Ginny laughed. "Well, if I was such material, you should have told me so. Quite lucky I even remembered you wanted me here. And of course my trial is to be different that Harry's. I'm a Chaser."

She stepped up, but almost screamed when Oliver tossed her the Quaffle. Catching it barely, she felt her mood shift in about the span of a second. She threw the Quaffle at Oliver's retreating head, hitting her target straight on the mark.
hesa_keeper on March 30th, 2007 02:42 am (UTC)
Oliver had not had any intentions of being slammed in the back of the head with a Quaffle. However, him throwing it offguard at Ginny had struck her the wrong way and reciprocated the throw that had nearly barreled Oli from his broom. Turning, rubbing his head at the girl, he swore.

"What the hell was that for? And you must have fucking awesome aim..." He muttered, checking his hand for any wound or cut. Instead, he felt a lump. Moody women.
ginny katelyn: calm; ready to listen.thatginnygirl on March 30th, 2007 03:03 am (UTC)
Snickering, she mounted her broom and zoomed out to him, grabbing the Quaffle. "Of course I have fucking awesome aim. And fucking awesome hearing, Oli, watch it." She cracked her knuckles and her elbow, before throwing the Quaffle. From where they were, she had thrown it to the Hoops on the other side and gotten it in.

"What do you want me to say? Or do, rather? You caught me offguard, I was in a bad mood for those seconds before I threw it. Now I just feel extremely exhilarated." She said, waving her hand, in which her wand insleeved, to get the Quaffle to come back.

Mood swings were definitely a bitch. How could she even begin to become comfortable with the reason why she had them to Oliver she couldn't even fathom. Sighing, she looked at him and waited for an answer.
hesa_keeper on March 30th, 2007 11:24 pm (UTC)
Oliver was impressed, but still aching. Ginny seemed to be in quite the precarious mood today, so he was going to be on his p's and q's near her. "I'd watch myself, but I don't have a mirror." He told her sarcastically, waiting for her to give him the Quaffle.

"I have a couple of things for you to do. First, a little game of fetch. You're going to be directly next to me. Five times, I'm going to throw the Quaffle. All you have to do is catch it before it hits the ground. Second, I'll give you ten minutes. You stay on this side, score in all three hoops with me keeping. Then, race to the other side and score in all three. See how many times you can do that. And finally, I'm going to stand in the middle of the pitch. Five times, I'll launch the Quaffle with my wand only ten feet in the air. You'll be well in one hundred. Get down here to the Quaffle more than half of those times and you're well set." Oliver nodded, glancing at her.

"You ready, Gin?" He asked tentatively. The last time he caught her on surprise, she reacted horribly. He didn't need that encounter twice.