RAVENCLAW'S PRIDE |OLIVER WOOD

03

Crescent felt like she was on fire when she woke on Saturday.

Her body burned as she got out of bed, yet she didn't feel sick. There seemed to be a rage burning inside of her. Whoever she looked at seemed to have a different glowing light. She frowned as she rubbed her eyes. The glow however did not disappear.
She took a shower and changed into her quidditch robes. The light had not disappeared even after she walked out into the common room. Her body still felt like fire and she felt like screaming. She made her way into the quidditch pitch to find Holden addressing the crowd that had gathered.

She walked over, scanning the stands. Oliver was seated there, his eyes narrowed towards the pitch. A flame ignited inside of her, for a reason that was too small to start a war for, but she did it anyway. She mounted her broom and flew towards Oliver.

"Wood!" She called and he looked up," Clear out!"
He shook his head," There's no rule saying I can't sit here."
"Would you want me to sit during one of you're practices?" She questioned.

"No,"Oliver replied.

"Then get out !"

"No."

"Bloom!" Holden came flying towards her. "Turner, tell Wood to get out of here, Crescent told him. Holden looked towards the boy and nodded his head. "Wood," he said curtly.

"Turner,"Wood replied.

"Bloom, come on. Unless you don't want to try out," Turner said, flying away from her.

"You heard the man," Wood replied," You can stay here and enjoy my company or you can tryout for your team." She glared at him before flying towards Turner. She marched towards him, her eyes burning.

"Turner!" She called. He turned towards the girl,"You can't just let him sit there!" He caught her arm,binging her close to him. "Choose you battles Bloom," Holden said. He released her hand and turned towards the group.

"Listen up, I want all chasers and keepers up first."

Crescent flew up and stood first in line to try out for keeper. She was against three girls but she saved them all. She reached the ground after her turn. Her feet thudding against the ground. She had done well, with force and determination.
Figuring out which direction before it came to her. She looked up to see others trying out.

Wood was still seated up in the pitches and was now joined by a boy with black hair. She squinted her eyes trying to see who it was until it clicked in her mind. Harry potter.

She sped up towards the pitches and came to Oliver again. "This too much now, Wood,"Crescent said. Oliver sighed,"If you're captain hasn't told me to clear off. I'm not going to."

"Oliver, maybe we should go.."Harry potter piped up.

"No," Oliver said.

"Bloom!"

Holden had arrived once more, looking slightly angry. "Let them be, Bloom. Go back to the common room. Take a shower." He pulled her down waving to the boy who lived.

He made a seventh year girl, Hay to make sure she went back to the tower. The two walked in silence. She glanced at Hay who seemed to be emitting a hazel kind of glow. The same one that Holden had been glowing. She felt a strong love connection emitting from her.

She frowned. She never felt like this before. Looking down at herself she didn't seem to be emitting that glow.

"There was a man who was born before his father, killed his mother and married his sister. Yet there was nothing wrong with what he had done. Why?"