Topic: One Common Factor (Jerica) (Read 113 times)
Oliver Wood 6th Year Gryffindor Quidditch Captain Auror member is offline
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One Common Factor (Jerica) « Thread Started on Jan 1, 2008, 8:09pm »
It was a brisk fall night, with stars shining brightly above and the moon casting shadows amongst the woods. Oliver walked slowly out of the castle and paused for a moment to breathe in the cold air. He looked much older now, he hadn't shaved in a few days and small bags laid under his eyes. He looked worn and tired now that his body has several cuts and gashes do to unfortunate incidents during his absence from Hogwarts but he was not broken. Oliver was a strong man, and with great courage and strength, he moved through his troubled times.
As he thought about his absence, Oliver made his usual way down towards his love and his home, the Pitch. His fingers gripped his broomstick so tightly that they soon turned white, but he didn't care. He was determined. He was ready to be the best, he was ready to fight in more ways then one. Oliver was fighting three battles for so long now, he was more determinded not to give up. Auror, Quidditch, Jerica, Oliver thought to himself as he made his way to the pitches doors. All three meant the world to him, and as he ran the details of each fight in his head, he came to the same conclusion everytime. Jerica was the constant factor. She was in every part of his life. He wanted to protect her from the new dangers in the Wizarding World, he wanted to impress her/help her in quidditch, and of course, he wanted to love her. But could she handle every other demand in his life?
Oliver placed his hand firmly on the pitch's door and walked into his private world. It was his home, his saving grace, his everything. Anything he could ever dream, he could find just within its doors. Oliver walked slowly around the walls of the pitch and ran his fingers on them as he walked. "Home." He said simply as he closed his eyes and continued to walk. The pitch was a little run down considering it hadn't been used in months, but it was still his love and life. He pulled his wand from his robes and pointed towards the ground. Without any words leaving his mouth, the grass cut itself down, and weeds vanished. With a grin begining to appear on his face, he tapped his wand on a nearby wall and watched as the flags and posts were repaired.
"Perfect, you've still got a few tricks up your sleeve then?" Oliver said. Without touching a thing, the flags immediately turned into Puddlemere United banners. Oliver chuckled to himself, it seemed the the Pitch still held some magical powers afterall. Noticing that he had forgotten his gloves back in the castle, Oliver walked towards the Gryffindor teams locker room and stepped inside. The names of all of the players were above each locker. He walked until he found his and stopped suddently. The locker next to his was Jerica's. Her robes were still hung neatly, along with a school cloak.
Oliver stepped away quickly. All of her things just smelled of flowers and beauty, he couldn't handle it. He ran from the locker room and pushed his back against the door as he shut it. Although he tried and tried to shove thoughts of her from his mind, she seemed to flow right back in. Her laugh, her smile, her eyes, her hair, her lips....
Oliver pushed his hands up to his face and tried forcing her away again. The flags immediately turned red, except one which turned an angelic shade of white, right over the pitches doors.
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Re: One Common Factor (Jerica) « Reply #1 on Jan 2, 2008, 12:35am »
((occ. sorry its not that great and its a little really long just getting use to long rping around not that i have dont short rping in a while either but yeah lol ))
Jerica was lost in thought, it was cold and brisk out it was still fall but it felt like winter some days. The air would wrap around anything in its path and make it so cold that it could freeze. But Jerica didn’t care she loved the ways of the school and when the heats of school transformed into the brisk out side you would call the lawns. Jerica hadn’t been gone to long she had come and gone a few times but nothing dramatic happened nothing ever did unless she was at school her life and love was at school and with held in these walls.
The school had changed so many things had happened people had disappeared or just lost contact, wood. A name she hadn’t thought to try and contact since his last disappearance. He was one of her best friends that she had know all her years at Hogwarts and they had been threw everything together. Even a few times they had been more then friends even it was just for moments before the other had disappeared. A few other names popped into her head but nothing like woods granger, blue, rider, decart....
She didn’t know why but she found herself wondering in the direction of the pitch, it must have been over grown by then the season wasn’t the greatest to play in so no one was probably taking the time to take care of it she hadn’t see hagrid around in a while and who else would go down there and trim it. But still mentally and in her heart she wanted to go see it, where she flew her first broom stick where she played her first game and was a top seeker at one point. Wow it had been a while what would she do now. fly the crazy idea shot into her head like the rush you get when your firebolt turns the corner and your reach out your hand for the game winning catch.
The last few steps to the pitch almost felt like the hardest to take, and then a sensation came over her. She felt a flutter, it must have met on thing someone was buy her quittich locker. She had placed a charm on it so no one could steal from her without her know when. And then hopefully she could get there in time unless she was in a game. “Weird why would anyone.....” she stopped talking the pitch was clean, trimmed, and repaired. Someone who cared for the game was down there and recently or right now. Jer pushed the pitch gate open, it was a such a great view to see she hadn’t been inside since the last tryout outs wood his name went into her head again. She shook it and looked around. Flags were patched up and flapping.
“Wow amazing” she said Jerica almost didn’t feel right to be there. She pulled on her Sunkist shirt, zipped up her brown coat more to stop the brisk air from getting to her and looked down you never had to be dressed up to be in the pitch but it almost felt like skinny jeans and sneakers weren’t enough this time, she flipped her wavy highlighted hair to one side and then she saw it the flags change color. But over the doors just as she walked in one changed to white, she knew the pitch had magic but why right now and when she came. The air got cold and her lips puckered she shivered “I guess this place still has its magic” she turned and there was a lone figure “is this your magic or the pitches, it must read you really like quidditch to produce magic like that” Jerica knew her stuff she may have looked like a pretty good but she was a smart girl at that.
“I knew a guy once who could do that, he always stood right where you do now before a game and gave the Gryffindor the most passionate speech ever, and route us on as if, if we lost he would care, you might know him Oliver wood team captain. Most called him olly because of me......” it hit Jerica hard he was the person just but her stuff and the locker next to her on one side was a girl but the other side was Oliver wood himself. Then light hit the figure it was olly in flesh and blood Jerica didn’t know what to say she went red because she felt like she had just blabbed on to him, but she would wait a minute to tell him she just realized who he was.
That must have been why she headed this way and why his name kept coming up she knew it but just didnt think it could be true
Oliver Wood 6th Year Gryffindor Quidditch Captain Auror member is offline
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Re: One Common Factor (Jerica) « Reply #2 on Jan 6, 2008, 7:38am »
((OOC: Haha its ok, gave me something to read in my spare time! Sorry that the reply is so late, I didn't realise that you posted))
With the sound of a familiar soft-spoken voice, Oliver turned his head away from the pitch's gate. Jerica.. He said to himself as he slightly gazed at her from his hidden shadow. Even her name in his head sounded sweet.
Why he was hiding, Oliver didn't really know. He found that the only thing in life that he was afraid of was love, given his unfortunate track record of course. So he continued to hide his face from her, and kept himself in the shadow of the pitch hoping that she didn't realise who he was just yet. Oliver wasn't sure how they stood anymore so he thought that he could by some time by acting like a coward.
"The magic's both mine and the pitch's. You see, only a true quidditch player could make the pitch do whatever he/her needs. The pitch does have a sense of humor though..." He said as his eyes gazed up at the single white flag above her.
"Oliver Wood? Heard of him once or twice. Weren't you with him at one point in time? I had heard that he found someone that he loved more than Quidditch, which was a shock to the Quidditch world of course." Oliver asked slyly as he felt himself looking her over.
She was more beautiful than ever, though Oliver never thought that could be possible. It seems as if with everyday that passes, she only grew more and more angelic. He knew that this is why the flag above where she was standing had turned white. As he gazed at her, he wondered how she felt for him now that all of this time has passed. Wondered if her skin was still soft, or if her lips were still sweet. He wanted nothing more but to reveal his disguise and kiss her, but he was too afraid that she didn't love him.
Oliver had spent his days thinking only of her as he was fighting for his life against deatheaters. It felt as if he hadn't slept in days because of this. He was an Auror, and knew it was his duty above all to protect the wizarding world. Oliver thought to himself what Jerica would think if he knew what was happening to him. He wanted to tell her every little secret, but he feared that telling her would only put her in more danger. He was told to keep his distance from loved ones for this reason, but he found it so hard when it came to Jerica. How would she feel to know that she was the only woman to ever make him feel this way? That she was his every and only thing in his life that meant something (besides Quidditch which fell for the first time second to her) to him?
And with this though, Oliver's heart skipped a beat. He remained in the shadows, waiting until it was safe to come out from them.
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Re: One Common Factor (Jerica) « Reply #3 on Jan 7, 2008, 6:57pm »
Jerica wondered why the Olly stayed in the dark just as a figure. She saw him move but didn’t know if he didn’t want her to know it was him, or if he didn’t want her to see him, or talk to him. It felt weird knowing he was so close yet in the shadows away from her.
Oliver wood never would stand in the shadows if he had a choice it wasn’t part of him, but maybe she was wrong maybe it wasn’t him. But there was a sure way to tell. Even that but his swift movements and the lean figure was Olly. It was his voice, his low distinguished voice, the one that echoed in her head, through the pitch, and in a magical way ever where that would tell her if it was him. What was he thinking if only she could tell.
“Yes I do see..” Jerica had said in response his voice tingled down her spin and it almost felt like the only thing around her was the wind swirling her and her fresh flower scent into the air, and her scent of flowers into the air. “question is why someone would need the flags to go read as on single one stayed white, a smart person would think logic, a smart witty person would say it’s something your thinking about that you didn’t want someone to know and the pitch is trying to help.... now only if it could talk” she winked, laughed, and looked up to above herself and smirked “so am I smart or witty and smart?” Jerica looked at him she could not tell if he was looking back at her but there was nothing she could do about that. “You must be a true quidditch player, I know myself I was a seeker for a while, took a break for a bit. But I don’t know if I call me true” Jerica didn’t know what to think quidditch was something she always had done but it just seemed like so long ago.
“I think everyone has heard of Oliver Wood, it’s hard not to, he is everywhere, he is after all a true Quidditch player like yourself” Jer stopped dead in her tracks she took a step forward and looked around the pitch memories of their nights together flushed through her head.. The dancing, the drinks, and the games everything they had knows each other forever. There was a long silence “Yeah I was, we were together for a while, and before that we were best friends. Thing is I haven’t seen him in a while we both had things to deal with. There are so many things to say to him like ......” Jerica stopped and replied what he had just said “loved someone more then quidditch? For Olly that’s rare, he loves his quidditch so much. I would love to think that I meant that much to him, but more then quidditch it can’t be me. I guess he found someone else while he was gone” She remember the look he gave her on the day of tryouts and then laughed inside a little and some of her laughter let out in a smooth gentle giggle.
Could it have been her she thought it might have but why had he never said this to her, he had tried once she thought for a second maybe but then they both had to go. “Wait how would you know I was with him you doesn’t even know my name?” she had forgotten in the moment that it was him. There was something about Oliver that still had Jerica head over heels for him. “I remember when he was still around the way he coach, the way he told me everything, and the way he was sincerely himself” Jerica shook her head “ not that you care, but you to would get along great he loves quiddith like you do and you kind of remind me of him, ”I know it’s off topic but go find yourself a firewind, well maybe not a firewind but someone to get you out of the shadows, as for this firewind ill be waiting for my quiddicth star”
Jerica smiled there was a feeling inside her that had grown over time. Now to see if he would say anthing to hint the same.
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