"And in the fifteenth century, wizards and witches alike formed the..."
I tune out Professor Binns' lecturing, instead staring out of the window to the Quidditch pitch far away. How I wish I could be there, flying around and soaring through the air. Instead, I'm stuck in a dingy old classroom listening to the world's oldest teacher drone on about some random event that I don't care at all about.
"Pssst."
I turn my head towards the whisper behind me, finding myself face to face with Oliver Wood. I'm about ask him what, but instead, he puts his finger over his lips and slips a note into my hand. I turn back around and start to uncrumble it.
What is he talking about? I was catching some Zs. - OW
Next to his writing is a rubbish drawing of him sleeping, and I roll my eyes. I flip the paper over and write a reply.
I've been daydreaming of Quidditch this whole time. I heard something about old people and zoned out. But if I did know, I wouldn't tell you - K
I slip the note behind my back before zoning out again. It isn't until long that I get a letter back.
Wow, Knotley. You're acting like such a Slytherin :'/ - OW
Well I am one... so... - K
Touché, touché - OW
Why am I talking to you - K
Cos I'm amazeballs - OW
Wood, please never, EVER say that again - K
Amazeballs. - OW
"Gryffindors are so weird," I mumble to myself as the bell rings and I leave class.
YOU ARE READING
「𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒」oliver wood
Fanfictionin which two bored history students bond through paper airplanes. 𝘰𝘸 𝘹 𝘴𝘭𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯!𝘰𝘤
