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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 16, 2009 1:21:41 GMT
*Jerks his head away from her in shock from her sudden outburst.* *Throws his head back roaring with laughter at her behavior. It's so adorable the way she loves Quidditch just like him. Any other witch would have said something along the lines of, shopping, or something girlie like that.* That we can do. *Nods, liking the idea more and more. What wizard isn't up for a Quidditch match?* Outta bed, and straight into an ar$e whooping. I like that in a witch. *Winks, smiling cheekily.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 16, 2009 1:31:33 GMT
*His words reach her ears and she sits up, her jaw drops in disbelief.*
Hold on!
*Playfully shoves his side before sliding off the bed and reaching for her knickers and jeans. She pulls them up, over her legs for the second time this morning and pokes her tongue out at him.*
No-
*Shakes her head, fighting back another smile. She looks around the room, both to keep her focus and find her shirt.*
-there's...just, no. Don't be so cocky, love.
*Mock contemplative expression, and she taps one finger on her lips.*
I thought Wood had a big ego when it came to Quidditch.
*Shrugs*
Guess I was wrong!
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 16, 2009 1:39:52 GMT
*Is jostled slightly by her playful shove, and a chuckle rumbles throughout his chest.*
*Smiles charmingly, running a hand through his hair confidently. When it comes to Quidditch cocky is is the only way to be.*
*Eyes widen with curiosity as he also slides off the bed, yanks on his boxers, and plods his way over to the closet.*
Who's Wood?
*Yanks open the closet doors while looking to her over his shoulder.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 16, 2009 1:49:06 GMT
*Turns, facing away from him as she stalks over to her trunk, unable to find the shirt from eariler. Opening the lid, she picks up two simple tanks- one white, one blue- and pulls them over her head.* Who's Wood? Possibly the most aggrivating Quidditch Coach I've ever known. *Grins at the rush of memories, glancing down at her outfit.* Oliver Wood. You're just as stubborn as he is, if not more! *Adds in a sing-song voice, a bit curious as to how the two wizards would interact.* Keeper for Puddlemere.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 16, 2009 1:54:15 GMT
*Ogles her outfit properly as any wizard would do, jaw dropping open, eyes widening.*
OI!
*Face begins to redden. He looks almost like he's going to blow his top about something. Nothing to worry about though, he's just surprised, excited, and awed all at once.*
You know Oliver Wood?
*Smiles wildly, almost like a typical fan.*
Damn brilliant Keeper he is!
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 16, 2009 2:04:09 GMT
* * *Mumbles, not caring if he can hear or not.* Merlin, I know him. Just like I know I hate getting beaten by Bludgers before dawn on a school day. *Nods, walking over to drop onto the bed with a dramatic sigh.* Maybe inviting him to play Quidditch wouldn't be the smartest thing to do...he might end up stealing you away from me! *Snickers, not yet admitting that Oliver was right when he said he had to constantly duck from screaming fangirls.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 16, 2009 2:10:00 GMT
*Flings himself across the room, and onto the bed, snatching her up in his arms.*
YOU. ARE. A. GENIUS. LOVE!
*Bounces up and down on the bed, forgetting all about getting dressed in her news of knowing Oliver Wood. It isn't every day he has the good fortune to play a match with a professional Quidditch Keeper.*
I'd never go anywhere without you, my princess.
*Teasingly.*
Well, unless you've got any cute friends that play for the Tornadoes.
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 16, 2009 2:22:38 GMT
*One second he's by the closet and the next she's wrapped up by his muscled arms. Thinks*
Gods, Bell, focus![/b]
*Squirms weakly in his grasp, laughing at his enthusiasm. She's getting the feeling that introducing the two won't be as awkward as she originally thought.*
Better not, love. Or else I'd-
*Looks up at him incredulously*
-the Tornadoes? How many Bludgers bounced off your head, Greyson? Aren't you supposed to hit them in the other direction?!
*Shakes her head, wondering if Oliver has his own practice at the moment or if he's free.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 22, 2009 0:49:34 GMT
*Frowns, furrowing his brow.*
OI! Just because I'm a Beater, and I've been hit once or four times in the head with a Bludger does not mean I haven't any brains, sweet pea.
What's that say of you since we live together?
*Pokes her in the side, giving her a toothy grin.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 22, 2009 1:28:29 GMT
*Snickers as he suddenly goes into defensive mode, and shakes her head at his question. She looks up at him with big, innocent doe eyes as she replies.*
But I never said you didn't have any brains, love, I'm just wondering if they've gotten a bit mixed up in there.
*Twitches, unsuccessfully holding back her exclamation as she's poked*
Hullo! What's that for? By the by, that just shows that I love you...even if you're a bit nutters.
*Reaches up with her hand, and taps one finger on his temple lightly.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 22, 2009 21:30:11 GMT
*Snatches up a lock of her hair between his thumb and forefinger, stroking softly along it's length.* Mum always said, "Birds of a feather flock together." *Quickly he pecks her cheek and hops of the bed, heading back for the closet to get dressed. He ducks inside the closet for time of a heartbeat, and returns dressed in a pair of old jeans, and a white cotton long sleeve t-shirt.* *Grins a cheesy grin, stuffing his hands into his back pockets.* Ya gonna lie around in bed all day, or are we gonna do some flyin'? Sheesh, buttercup, we're burning day light. *Mocks annoyed impatience.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 22, 2009 21:50:52 GMT
*Pokes her tongue out at him as he ducks into the closet. Whatever she was going to say is chased away by the wizard and she blinks, openly staring at his outfit.*
Say wha'?
*Shakes her head and jumps up from the bed, hands on her hips. Her expression's caught between laughing and being mock-serious.*
I know you didn't just say that, mate.
*Points one finger at him, waving it up and down.*
I'm watching you, Greyson. If you fall off your broom, it's your own fault.
*Pokes her tongue out again, knowing she looks childish, before sprinting out of the room and into the sitting room. She left her broom leaning against the couch when she came back from her place, and she was going to snatch it up before Disapparating to the shop.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 23, 2009 2:52:44 GMT
*Beams brightly at her, muttering under his breath.*
Or the fault of a witch with a nasty competitive streak.
*Reaches out for her hand his smile now cheeky, and he's bouncing slightly in place. What more could a wizard ask for? A gorgeous witch, and a Qudditch match. The perfect day.*
*Hops back into his closet to retrieve his broom, and bounces excitedly to the sitting room, looking for Katie, hoping she's ready to go.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 23, 2009 3:07:10 GMT
*Snatches up her broom and spins back to face Greyson as he exits the bedroom. She shouts, laughing*
Front of the shop, love- beat you there!
*Turns on her heel to Disapparate, leaving with a thunderous crack.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 23, 2009 3:10:52 GMT
*Blinks, and groans as she vanishes. Just like her to race off in the manner she did. Everything is a competition.*
*Laughs at himself, and follows her lead, disapparating from the flat with a crack a loud as Katie's.*
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