Quidditch Lessons || Oliver Wood

Chapter 2: The Sorting Ceremony

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J. K. Rowling.

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Chapter 2: The Sorting Ceremony

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Once the prefects (and a quidditch captain) finally reached the castle (with a minor scuffle with Peeves as the poltergeist pelted the group of prefects with chalk) they immediately went straight to their seats in their respective tables.

Eliana sat beside Lia and Elizabeth, while Oliver sat next to Percy across them. The seat next to Percy and Lia are empty, which Eliana supposed is where the new Gryffindor first-years will sit down.

When they sat down, Lia immediately rounded up on Oliver, who sat across Elizabeth. "Why are you late? I told you I needed to talk to you."

"Calm down woman it wasn't my fault! The twins gave me a chocolate frog spiked with some sleeping potion, I think they want me back in London already," Oliver chuckled.

"In that case, you can talk to Oliver later," Elizabeth sent both Oliver and Lia a look. "Anyway, what do you plan for this year's team?" Elizabeth said.

"I actually need a seeker first before I start training the team, so try-outs will be for the next couple of weeks."

"So you still haven't found a seeker yet?" Percy asked Oliver.

Oliver nodded, "You know we need a seeker as good as Charlie Weasley, we can't just pick someone willy-nilly, especially this year since Snape made Flint captain."

"That oaf made captain? He plays dirty!" Eliana said, outraged.

"Does it look like Snape cares?" Lia scoffed. "As long as it benefits his house he'll turn the other way."

"That's it then, if you don't get a decent seeker I guess we'll lose?" Eliana asked, looking her fellow Gryffindors.

"No we won't, this is my first year as captain and I'll be damned if I let those gits win the cup again this year," Oliver said.

"Sure you will, but first you have to find a seeker," Percy said amused.

"That's just it! Unless I make a miracle and suddenly pull out a seeker like Charlie out of my robes we're out of the running." Oliver turned to Percy. "You sure you can't play quidditch? Your brother was superb, I'm sure-"

"No. Oliver," Percy looked annoyed at Oliver. "Charlie and I are two separate individuals I assure you."

Oliver slumped in his seat at Percy's words.

"Well, all I know is that we can't have a repeat of last year, we'll be a laughing stock," Eliana said. "Benson bailing last minute because you were up against Slytherin was bloody shameful."

"I know. That's why I'm taking my time this year to find the team a new and qualified seeker."

"Uhuh. Just don't take your time too much," Lia said.

Eliana nodded, looking over the bewitched ceiling, then straight back to the gryffindor table glittering with golden plates and goblets, 'Uhh, I'm hungry already, I swear if the sorting doesn't start I will-'

Eliana felt as if she was dumped with ice cold water, looking at her left she saw Sir Nicholas or Nearly Headless Nick had passed through her body completely, floating over to sit next to Lia. looking at the sorting hat seriously, as if it would talk and sing and sort people, which is exactly its job.