❝ YOU KISS EVERYONE ON THIS LIST,
AND I RESIGN FROM THE TEAM. ❞
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༊*·˚ 💌 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
in which one adolescent bet
results in bianca larsson, not
only kissing twenty-one of her
classmates, but realising...
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chapter nineteen number 21: OLIVER WOOD
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SATURDAYS WERE NOT BIANCA'S favourite day of the week. She didn't have a lot to do with herself and she felt like she was the only one. Everyone around her seemed to be so active all the time and busy with their lives. Maybe it was because she always did her homework as soon as she got it, meaning there was nothing left for her to do at the weekends, and maybe it was because she simply didn't play Quidditch, which is what everyone apparently spoke about like it was always the topic of conversation. And obviously, the team were practicing at every chance they got, due to Oliver's severe drive and need to win the Inter-house cup, seen as he only had two chances left, and he hadn't won it once, which was understandable to Bianca, even though she had never played; she admired his determination.
Bianca was starting to think she needed to come up with something to take some time off of her hands. The library only had so many books and she had almost finished the three she was currently reading. Richard Clewin Griffith and John Herbert White's "Modern Chess Openings" she saw herself re-reading several times in the near future, and some books to her were too good to only read once, but as much as she loved to read, there had to be something she enjoyed as well as reading and playing chess.
Bianca didn't know about the other house common rooms, but she believed there was nowhere better in the castle than the Gryffindor one, except maybe the library and the astronomy tower. It was so hearty, it brought her so much joy and made her insides melt. It made her think every time she returned to the tower like she had done so many times, if someone were to take a picture at any moment, it would be one that people would look back on and show their kids, along with words like: "those were the good old days."
She was reaching the end of the Chess tactics book, finishing the section about the 'Larsen's opening' under the chapter for "Flank openings" when Oliver Wood brushed past her.
"Oh hey Bianca!" he smiled, his Scottish accent so insanely distinguishable she didn't have to see the person to know who she was talking to. "What you reading?"
She drew her eyes away from her book, finishing the paragraph before she did, to meet his gaze, returning a grin. She lifted the cover so he could read the title.
"Chess?" he inquired, intrigued.
She nodded her head, "Uh-huh."
"I assume you're just as good at chess as you are at Blackjack," he smirked.
"Well, that game is all about luck, Oliver. There are skills required for chess."
"But I bet you can play a good hand at poker," he narrowed his eyes.
