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CHAPTER FOUR

-: fourth year :-

── IN WHICH BAGMAN
LETS INFORMATION LOOSE

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EVEN AFTER THE MISHAP Evie wasn't exactly the most cautious with her pots of water, arms aching as she attempted to follow Harry, Ron and Hermione around the increasingly busy campsite.

It was this lack of caution that led to the Potter girl walking into someone yet again. Except instead of a good looking teenager with slight attitude problem and bodyguards, it was a certain ex-Gryffindor Quidditch captain named Oliver Wood. 

Who didn't seem to mind in the slightest, his eyes lighting up when they landed on the girl. "Evie!" He exclaimed, the girl wincing when a sodden arm was thrown around her shoulder. "And Harry of courrse! How are the Firebolts."

Evie and Harry shared a look as Oliver began guiding them away from the path.

"I.. er - they're good." Harry swallowed, glancing apologetically back to Ron and Hermione, who were rather used to the twins being dragged off by the Quidditch captain during their days at Hogwarts; Oliver seemed to regard them as his 'prodigy projects' as Evie had named them.

In all fairness, Harry seemed to be better at getting out of them, but for Evie she was a little more susceptible to following Oliver down the rabbit hole of Quidditch tactics and ideas of match play-throughs - Oliver had been her introduction to the world of serious professional Quidditch.

"Good, good - they're great brooms, you better be looking after them. You both have broomstick servicing kits, right?" Oliver's gaze flickered from each twin. "If not then I have two spare in my tent - over here, chop chop."

"Ollie, darling, who's this?" A willowy sort of woman straightened up from a small fireplace, a wand poking out of her pocket. "You're soaked! What happened."

"Mum, Dad-" Oliver began, pausing just for a moment as a burly man that seemed to be the older version of the former Quidditch captain exited the small tent, "- these are the Potters, Evie and Harry." 

The twins assumed smiles on their faces, managing to extract their hands to shake the ones offered by the parents. They were rather thankful that neither Mr or Mrs Wood had that startled, almost starstruck expression, but they couldn't bask in the rare normality of an introduction; Oliver had let go of Harry's shoulder and turned to face Evie, looking incredibly serious.

"As you may have heard - I am assuming you keep up with Seeker Weekly?" Oliver paused, waiting for an answer. Evie nodded furiously, making a mental note to ask Charlie about how she would acquire a subscription to that. "Good, then you will have seen that I am the new reserve keeper for Puddlemere United."

"Oh, congratulations-"

"The column was a little bit small but I'm sure you saw my name nonetheless." Evie didn't exactly mind being cut off by Oliver; it had happened on so many occasions before, in conversation and at practise. He wasn't exactly doing it to be rude, it was just if he had a thought in his mind he could go off on a tangent without stopping for quite some time.

"Yes, I definitely saw it." The Potter girl nodded, her eyes sliding across to Harry, who was being incredibly helpful as her twin brother and trying not to laugh at her.

𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸, aleksander krumWhere stories live. Discover now