Me, Anna and Izzy are sat in the library talking about when school starts again, they tell me what all the teachers are like. They also told me all about quidditch.
"Me, Izzy, Oliver, George and Fred Weasley are the only certain spots on the team right now. If you want to try out, try-outs are on Friday (today is sunday). Oliver is a keeper, Izzy and I are chasers, Fred and George are Beaters" Anna explains quietly, as we were in the library.
"I was a chaser at Beauxbatons!" I exclaim, receiving a 'shh!' from the pug-faced librarian.
"You could try out for the third chaser then!" Izzy says slightly calmer than me.
"Yeah." I say. By this point, we are collecting our books and shoving them into our bags. We walk outside the library and let the cold September air hit our faces.
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Once we get back to the common room, I sit down next to the fire and write in my book. Oliver and his friends are probably upstairs in their dorm talking about quidditch and Anna and Izzy have gone to find Professor Dumbledore, asking him about something called Hogsmeade.
I write: I wonder how all the girls are getting on. What have they called our group? It used to be EAKOE for Ellie, Amy, Kathryn, Olive and Eden. Is it just EAKO now? How is Nathan? As much as I used to hate it, I kinda miss people shipping us. Natheden was our name aha.
But that very paragraph gave me an idea, me, Anna and Izzy need a name!
Anizzyden... no
Izanden... no
Anizden... yes!
Just as I was beginning to write again, the painting swung open revealing Oliver Wood and his disrespectful friends.
"Oh Oliver!" I said standing up and bouncing over to him and his friends. "Can I try out for the quidditch team?" His eyes widened at my request.
"You play quidditch?" He says while his friends are laughing at me.
"You're so small and skinny though!" Chad, from yesterday, exclaims.
"Actually yes, I do. I was a chaser for Bellefeuille team." I say crossing my arms over my chest. How dare he? I am not skinny nor small!
"Well, I don't see why not." Oliver says shrugging his shoulders.
"Oh mon Dieu! Merci beaucoup!" I shout. I hug him, but because he is so tall, I have to stand on my tippy toes.
He pulls away with a confused expression. "English please, Garden." He says smirking.
"I said, thank you very much!" I say.
On of his friends reaches his fist out. At first I thought he was going to punch me so I flinched, but then we his arm didn't move I look up to him.
"What do I do?" I have poking each of his knuckles in a row.
"This." Then, he and Oliver kind of punch eachother but lghtly. "It's a fist pump. Here, you do it." The boy says then I copy what he and Oliver did.
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Filler chapter really because cba. Btw the French in this book is not definitely correct. All I know in French is La Vie En Rose and Bonjur or something like that. I'm just using google translate aha.
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forest eyes | oliver wood
Fanfiction"people say goodbye so much, but you never know when you'll say it the last time." - eden sloan, born in france and attended beauxbatons, moves to hogwarts school as a transfer in her 3rd year. she eventually met her group of friends and one interes...
