𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 |𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖.|

S E V E N

CHAPTER SEVEN,
Line Without a Hook.

IT WAS ONLY TWO WEEKS INTO SUMMER VACATION WHEN AURORA REALIZED THAT SHE WAS IN FOR A LONG BREAK. Between Oliver constantly bursting into her room to discuss quidditch plays and Nathaniel constantly singing muggle music she was ready to hop onto her broom and fly all the way to America.

It was Saturday morning and most of the house had been out doing their own things, all except for Oliver and Rory who had decided to stay home and relax, finally giving Rory a chance to sleep in.

"Finally some peace and quiet." The girl mumbled as she pulled her blanket further up her body. The men in the house, and sometimes Alice, made it impossible to sleep. They were all constantly up doing something to distract her from her beauty sleep, expect for today. Today she could finally just close her eyes and-

"RORY!" Oliver yelled as he ran into her room, a piece of parchment clasped tightly in his right hand and a crazed look on his face.

"FUCK!" Rory yelled before slamming her face into the pillow several times and groaning in frustration.

"Who blocked your shot Gray?" Oliver asked as a small smirk grew on his face, over break the two had grown pretty close and annoying her quickly became one of his favorite things.

"YOU! YOU BLOCKED MY SHOT OF FINALLY GETTING SLEEP!" She yelled as she sat up, her hair going every which way as she glared at him. She then lowered her voice, practically growling at him as he walked over to the side of her bed. "And I swear if that is another quidditch play I'm going to squeeze it into a ball and put it in your mouth, then I'm going to use your broom to shove it down your throat."

Olivers eyes grew wide for a moment, a scared look on his face before he started to laugh.

"You would never." He smirked as her face grew a brighter red. Note to self, never wake up Aurora Gray again.

"Wanna bet Wood?"

"Not really."

"Then shut your fucking mouth and bring me toast."

"On it boss."

Oliver quickly ran out of the room and Rory threw herself back on the bed, groaning softly at the feel of the soft pillow against her head. Oh to have sleep, what a dream that would be.

"I'm never having kids." She muttered to herself before throwing her blanket off her body and walking over to her wardrobe, quickly changing into a short green dress with a black belt(outfit above)before tying her hair back into a ponytail and slipping on her white sneakers.

Walking downstairs Rory was met with the sight of Oliver working in the kitchen and her anger subsided, a small smile taking over her face as she realized he was making her breakfast.