Each Other

Chapter 59

Jules POV

With the end of the year approaching, revising is all we have been doing. Professor Sprout called me into a meeting and asked me what I would like to do in the future. Honestly? I haven't given it much thought.

" I enjoy writing, and I enjoy Charms class." I say as I play with my fingers while looking down at them.

"If you're a writer, you could work as: A Reporter who's out in the field, chasing stories. It can get rather dramatic though, one day you're interviewing an Auror, the next you're dodging hexes from an angry source! A Columnist, who writes regular opinion pieces, humor columns, or lifestyle advice. The cleverest writers develop quite the following. Does any of that sound interesting?"

"I was thinking about quidditch and writing about the matches and competitions."

"As a Quidditch writer, you'd travel to matches across Britain and possibly the world covering everything from the Hogwarts Cup to the Quidditch League and even the World Cup! You'd sit high in the commentator's box or the press stands, notebook charmed to keep up with your rapid quill and capture the thrill of the match for readers everywhere. But, if there is a certain team that you would want to write for, maybe that will be able to make the big writer's box smaller."

"I was thinking about Puddlemere United."

"I had a feeling that was the team you were thinking of dear, for evidence purposes I just needed you to say it. If you dream of writing for Puddlemere, start by writing about them. Match reviews, creative essays, or imaginary interviews. The best way to join their team of quills is to already sound like you belong there. Looking at your work, I think you are a remarkable writer. So, let's talk about the NEWTS that you will be taking to achieve this goal."

The meeting was only a little while longer. Oliver had his meeting a day or so ago, he obviously told Professor McGonagall he wants to play for Puddlemere.

After the meeting I was headed to the Quidditch pitch, Oliver should be finishing up with practice by the time I get there.

I can hear his whistle as I reach the pitch.

"Alright, that's it for today!" he calls out to the team. "We'll go over formation C again tomorrow and Merlin help you lot if I see another dropped Quaffle."

He lands, boots crunching lightly against the grass, broom slung over his shoulder. The usual drill-sergeant tension eases from his shoulders as he walks over to me, a cute grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Hey, you," he murmurs, voice low and rough from shouting plays all afternoon. "You've got no idea how good it feels to see you after that lot." He laughs quietly, glancing back at his team trudging off toward the castle. "They fly like they've all got Bludgers for brains today."

I attempt to grab some stuff from him to help, but he moves away so I don't reach it.

"Hello you, so practice wasn't good?" I say walking next to him admiring how good he looks right now.

"Rose, if it was bad, I would still be in the air yelling. No, there were just a few things that needed to be fixed by our next match." He places all his practice objects down, then he turns around with his arms wide attempting to hug me.

I squeal and move out the way. "Nope! Go shower, then I will give you all the hugs and kisses you want."

"Fine, will you stay in here?"

"Of course." I say with a smile and then he turns around to head into the showers. I move next to his shower so I can talk to him while he's in it.

"How did your meeting go?" He asked as I heard the water turn on.