Born to Make Mistakes, Not Fake Perfection ( Oliver Wood )

Chapter 8

Do you know what I saw on my cheek as soon as I came back from my workout? Could you guess? No?

Two freaking pimples - no, scratch that. Mountains have taken up shop on my freaking face!

"I'm a monster!" I screamed, running out of my room and all the way up to my boys room

I threw open their door and pounced on Marcus. He pushed me onto the floor and I dragged his comforter down with me.

"I'm a monster!" I whined, burying my face deep into the quilt and rolling around so it covered my body.

"Oi, stop making such a fuss, Cesari!" Graham grumbled as I proceeded my attempts to stand only to walk into Marc's bed post and toppled over his trunk

Light chuckles were heard and before I knew it I was being spun around until I was free of the musky scented cloth.

"What's going on princess?" Cassius quirked a brow, steadying me on my feet.

"What's wrong? What's wrong he asks! THIS!-" I point to the current growth, "Is what's wrong!"

One side of his mouth lifts into a devilishly handsome half smirk as he chuckles. "Really?"

"Pop them, drama queen." Graham rolled his eyes and steered me into their bathroom.

He reached into the cupboard and pulled out some peppermint mouth wash. 

"Once you pop Mount Everest, use a cotton swab and apply some of this. It dries it out. Hurry up though, breakfast starts in twenty."

Taking the mature way out, I said no words. Only stuck my tongue out to him.  

Doing what was instructed, I placed one of the boys bandages over the ghastly imperfection then left to fill my grumbling belly. I really didn't have the patience to wait.

"Jessiee!" I heard the familiar sound of my husband's voice call.

I whirled around and waited for him while he scurried down the corridor attempting to run and pull his shirt on at the same time, with his books occupying his left arm. 

Low and behold, he tripped and fell after a few feet. But I didn't giggle THAT much.

"Not funny.." He grumbled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

Smirking, I slapped the back of his head. "Last one to the great hall is a soggy biscuit! Ew!"

I bolted up the stairs and was rounding around the corridor not even ten feet from the Great Hall when a force shoved me back by my face making me land with a OOMPH!

Mi must not have gotten the memo because he joined me moments later..

The faint sound of Oliver Wood's laughter filled the not-so-busy hallway and I growled.

The ole run head first into plastic wrap prank, huh? Shaking. My. Head.

"EVEN YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT, WOOD!" 

I grunted and rolled under the transparent wall, dusting my uniform off as I rose to my feet and helping Miles along the way.

"Oi, Mi? Mind helping me avoid Cedric Diggory?" He beamed at my request and agreed. "Of coarse." He smirked.

You see, after that bit of lip locking and the time I've had to think of every possible bad scenario that could happen to him - starting from bludgers to the head from Cassius to a very, very, slow and utterly painful death from Stevie - I've decided I need some time to think about where I want this little involvement to go. And by some time, I mean a few days, weeks..maybe months. Just for clear thinking, I mean.