❝my papa always told me that you can't trust anybody, no matter what.❞
❝why would he say that?❞
❝his own love betrayed their best friends and the family they shared❞
HOPE JAMES LUPIN-BLACK
+ GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY
AN UNEXPECTED LOVE STORY
◎ book one...
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
❛Want to see me do it again?❜
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It was no doubt that Oliver Wood and Hope Lupin-Black were the people that led the Gryffindor team. As the Quidditch Final approached, both grew very nervous and were almost running out of ideas of good plays.
"We need better plays." said Oliver as they walked the trail to Hogsmeade. "Slytherin has a good team."
Hope scoffed and rolled her grey eyes. "Only because they cheat."
"You're right, but it helps them win." he replied, looking at his book of plays. "We need to utilize the entire team."
"What are some plays that Charlie Weasley used? When he was here the team was undefeatable."
Oliver squinted his eyes, as if he was intently thinking. "I can't remember, that was years ago."
Percy Weasley appeared next to them as he began talking. "Porksoff Ploy, Body Blow, and the Bludger Backbeat were Charlie's favorites, he used them a lot."
"Oh, yeah. Thanks Percy." said Oliver as he wrote them down with Hope's muggle pen.
Hope furrowed her eyebrows as she looked to Percy. "How do you remember the plays, Perce?"
"Charlie was obsessed with Quidditch." he laughed, only sparing Hope a small glance. "How could I have forgotten?"
Everyone let out a laugh, and Hope fiddled with her fingers. "I'm really going to miss you two after you graduate."
"You can always come visit, Lupin." replied Oliver, smiling to the small teenager.
"And you know you'll see me." said Percy, pulling on his gloves. "You're always at my house."
The Wood boy nodded before looking directly to Hope. "Plus, if we find out about you smoking cigarettes again, I'll come back to Hogwarts to hit you."
"I threw them away, Olly."
The Weasley boy smiled, lightening the discussion. "Imagine what Mum would say, I think she'd rip your head off."
