Serendipity: An Oliver Wood Fanfiction

Chapter 3

Alhena dragged her index finger along the old wooden desk. Feeling every groove, every indent, every splinter as she waited. It was 10:15am, and she was in detention. At the front of the class, Professor Snape watched her like a hawk, as if expecting her to run for the exit the second he turned away. 

There was a faint knocking on the door, and for the first time in fifteen minutes, Snape took his eyes off Alhena, gliding over to the entrance. He flung the door open, staring down at his prey, Oliver was fifteen minutes late. 

He was panting lightly and there were signs of sweat on his face, neck and in his hair. Alhena screwed up her face in disgust at the boy, he'd obviously been playing Quidditch while she had to sit there. 

"You'll be repeating this detention next Saturday, Mr Wood, and if you fail to show up on time, then the Saturday after that too." Snape glared at him, and he nodded irritably, running his fingers through his hand wet hair. He didn't glance up at Alhena as he made his way to the opposite side of the classroom. 

I kept my eyes on Snape, listening as the sound of a chair being dragged out from under the desk, and then back under as he sat down. There was a flicker of devilry in Snape's eyes as he waited for the boy to be completely seated. 

"Back up, you'll be sitting next to Miss Black." The side of the Professors lips curved upwards wickedly as Oliver was forced to get back up. Alhena suppressed a grin, he'd waited on purpose. A small punishment, but it was still funny. 

"When you are seated. There is to be no talking." Snape began as Oliver took his seat beside me. "No form of communication at all, no wand waving and no moving from your seats unless I say so." He demanded and Alhena felt Olivers eyes flicker in her direction.

"What you'll be doing today is searching the school for Mr Filch's missing files, it seems Peeves got bored this morning and they're scattered about the grounds. If you do not finish by 2pm, you'll be completing the task next week. If you do, you'll come straight back here and stare at the wall for the remaining session. Go, now." He scowled, so Oliver and Alhena got up sheepishly from their seats. 

When they exited the dungeon, Oliver was the first to speak. "Where does Peeves usually reside." He asked awkwardly. "You smell disgusting." Alhena pinched her nose. "I'm disappointed he didn't give you detention for the rest of the semester for being late." She frowned. 

"Right, so Peeves-" He ignored her. "We don't have to talk, I know where to look." She sped up, not bothering to check to see if he was behind her. 

"Look, I don't like you any better, but if you could tell me what you're doing I could help." Oliver scoffed as Alhena wandered aimlessly around the Great Hall. "Fuck off." She responded casually, as if she hadn't actually heard what he'd said.

"Bitch." He rolled his eyes, this she heard. "Poor Gryffindor." Alhena pouted. "Found someone who doesn't worship at your brave, determine, chivalrous feet?" She smiled sarcastically. "Get used to it."

"All the Slytherins are the same." He shook his head in disappointment. "Just because we're not ass kissers." Alhena began. "All the Gryffindors are the same, we don't bother to like you because you don't bother to like us. Now go find a ghost and ask where that bloody poltergeist is."

"You could have said that's what you were doing." He groaned. "I know exactly where one is." He made his way out of the hall, and she reluctantly followed.

They finished collecting all the files by 1:30, and retired back to the dungeon as Snape sorted though them, double checking we hadn't missed any. "It seems they're all here, Alhena you may leave. Oliver you'll be staying, and I will see you next Saturday."