Oliver Wood's Home Away From the Quiddicth Pitch

[Oliver Wood]

Oliver's Home


Living Room

Kitchen

Bathroom

Guest Room

Master Bedroom

[Oliver Wood]

**Apparates into the flat after his disappointing attempt at quidditch practice in the fields of Top Meadow. He still feels a bit rotten about the way the conversation between Roslyn, and him went.*

*With his thoughts replaying what had happened, Oliver, quickly washes up, and parts sadly from the flat, hoping to find a few friends that might be out and about.*

*Dissapparates from the flat in a flash of blue smoke, with gold sparks. That's the way Oliver and his Puddlemere United teammates do it.*

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia apparated into Oliver's living room, still clinging tightly onto the Quidditch player's arm. Her head was spinning slightly and she remembered why she didn't like travelling side along. Still they were here now, and she wasn't going to waste time moaning.

She looked around her, letting her arm drop from his. "Very nice," she murmered, a smile flickering across her lips. "Very nice indeed..." She looked back at him batting her eyelashes. "I'm impressed, Oliver..."

Tallia ranher tongue seductively over her lower lip, catching his eye again. "How couldn't I be an Oliver Wood fan?" she asked in response to his earlier question, slowly advancing on him as she spoke, her hips swinging when she moved. "You're tall, handsome, intelligent and rich..." She grinned cheekily. "How could I resist?" She was very close to him again and slowly reached up to place her arms around his neck, looking up into his eyes with her piercing blue ones.

[Oliver Wood]

**Oliver looks around the flat just after he apparates in with Tallia. He inwardly sighs with relief as he notices that his flat isn't in the usual messy state he normally leaves it in. More often than not one can find Quaffles in every corner, Puddlmere robes strewn over every piece of furniture, and a random assortment of brooms propped here and there.**

**He smiles smugly hearing her reasons for being a fan of him, thinking. If only all of my fans could look like her.**

"Who am I to argue wit' your reasoning?"

**Tallia's hips have a hypnotizing effect on him as she sways her way back toward him. He hasn't even gotten as far as summoning anything for them to drink, and he already feels dizzy.**

"Brough' ya for a drink, an' here I am being rude. Please forgive me."

**Arms find a way around her slender waist, hand pressing lightly upon the small of her back. The way she is looking into his eyes warming his blood quickly, his tongue passing over his lips as he inches his face closer.**

[Fred Weasley]

*Apparates right outside Oliver's little, not-so-secret hideaway, holding a rather large box in both hands. Snickering madly, he places the box down on the floor. The label is a bright orange, with thick black lettering.*

*Ontop of the box, Fred also leaves a letter done in red ink.*

Hey there, Captain! Long time no see, but don't open your present until we say so.

The Most Brilliant Ginger You've Ever Met,

FRED!

P.S.: Don't even think about it, Wood. You know what happens when someone doesn't listen to the warnings on a Weasley's Wizard Wheezes product.

*Glances over his shoulder to make sure no one's looking before Disapparating with a loud crack that'd give him away even if they weren't watching.*