A series of one-shots I have written for Hogwarts Legacy, Fantastic Beasts, and Harry Potter. They follow my OCs mostly, along with my favorite characters.
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FrostValley requested a Glasswood story, so here it is! My tumblr followers voted for it to be angsty, so this does get a bit of angst in it.
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"That match was brilliant!" shouted Radiant Glasspetal.
She and Oliver Wood made their way down the purple-carpeted stairs of the stadium, walking slowly through the crowd of Quidditch fans. Ireland had just won the Quidditch World Cup in an incredibly tense match against Bulgaria and the excitement in the air was getting to everyone.
As the couple walked along the dirt path with the sea of people, leprechauns danced above their heads, cackling and waving the lanterns illuminating the area. Trying to see everything, Radiant's head constantly swiveled from side to side, her red ponytail smacking any and all nearby objects.
"Aye." Oliver ducked to avoid his girlfriend's whip-like hair. "Pure dead brilliant."
As they moved, the duo talked non-stop about the match they had just witnessed; Oliver consistently bringing up how skilled both Keepers were and Radiant emphasizing how flawlessly the Irish Chasers worked together.
Troy, Mullet, and Moran, Ireland's Chasers, passed the Quaffle from one another like a well-oiled machine during the match. The trio scored point after point as if it was absolutely nothing. They gave Radiant so many ideas that she had to try with Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell, her fellow Gryffindor Chasers.
Radiant and Oliver were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't notice a figure struggling to get to them until she was right there.
"All I'm saying is that we have a lot to – ah!" Radiant was cut off mid sentence by someone wrapping arms around her neck in a hug. She got a mouthful of brown curls as she tried to speak. "Hadlee, I was in the middle of a conversation!"
Hadlee Euphoric, a Hufflepuff sixth year, pulled away from Radiant with a small grin. While some Quidditch fans, like Oliver and Radiant, simply wore sweaters or hats supporting the Ireland team, there were others like Hadlee who went a little farther. Her normally tan face was painted a dark evergreen, making the girl look like some sort of strange nymph.
"Ced and I are having a campfire," said Hadlee. Her silver eyes glistened in the torchlight of the leprechauns, making her look even more inhuman than she already did. "You want to come?"
Even though it was incredibly late, Radiant didn't feel at all tired. She imagined she wouldn't be able to fall asleep even if she went to bed right at that moment, and guessed Oliver felt the same based on how vigorously he was speaking before.
"I'm fine with it." answered Radiant.
"So'm I," Oliver added. "Lead the way."
As Hadlee led the two through the large crowd of people, Radiant would catch bits and pieces of conversations from the groups around them. Some talked about the skills of the players, others mentioned Viktor Krum's nosebleed, but almost everyone was talking about Quidditch.
