❝ you're a bit slow today, davies... ❞
❝ you're insufferable everyday, wood... ❞
───── 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑭𝑰𝑺𝑻 | elle davies absolutely does NOT like oliver wood... definitely not
! rewriting !
oliver wood x fem...
kiss with a fist. act one, chapter three. shat on biscuits.
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LIENA CHANG hogwarts castle september 1993
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ELLE DAVIES HAD A BONE TO PICK.
Whoever in Merlin's name had decided that she was the student to schedule for an eight a.m Potions lesson with half the Gryffindor class seriously deserved a shoe up their ass.
"At least we suffer together!" Gwen Cadwallader said perseveringly from beside the Davies girl, who had resorted to a permanent look of utter despair the moment she'd received her schedule an hour prior.
Gwen, too, ailed from Holyhead, where Elle had grown up. Her mother was a beater on the Holyhead Harpies and was the main reason Elle's passion for Quidditch had been sparked. The two girls had been inseparable, as Elle's home was only a mile from the Harpies practice arena.
Elle loved Gwen, she truly did, but never before had she wanted to punch someone so badly. Stifling a groan, Elle simply looked to the ceiling with emphasized grief as she and the Hufflepuff girl made their journey towards the depths of hell — otherwise known as the dungeons.
Her morning had been fantastic. She'd woken early (with a full eight hours of sleep), tucked her hair into a neat half-up, half-down braid, and had nearly jumped for joy when she'd found that breakfast included pumpkin waffles with maple syrup. She'd felt as though nothing could have put a pin in her unbridled joy, until Professor McGonagall had handed her a schedule with an eight a.m fucking potions lecture.
Professor Snape was Elle's arch nemesis — not that he knew it. His attentions were far too busy bullying any Gryffindor with a pulse to notice the piercing glare Elle pinned him with any time she crossed his path. It had all started on her first day of her first year.
