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bk03
Recipient:purelush
Title: Over A Game Of Darts
Pairing: Katie/Oliver
Rating: PG
Word Count: 932
Summary: Looking up an old friend, Katie challenges Oliver to a darts match.
Author's Notes: I took the prompt “beginnings of attraction/relationships”, and created a moment where I thought this could be where Katie and Oliver’s relationship first started. I wish I had a bit more time to fine tune it, but I hope you like it. Thanks to C for the quick beta read.
Ignoring his half-empty mug of butterbeer on the bar before him, Oliver Wood’s attention was fully focused on the Daily Prophet. In particular, and perhaps expectedly, on an article about Quidditch.
Teams make second round of pitches to Potter. Three years removed from his last competitive match, Potter is still a prized free agent and drawing attention from every team in the BIQL.
As Oliver continued reading the article, he started remembering all those matches he had played with Harry. He chuckled to himself as he remember how clueless Harry had seemed when he’d first seen the pitch. Now, the kid was being approached by almost every team in the league. Merlin, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Harpies made a play for him too, Oliver thought sarcastically.
Continuing to read, and ignoring the world around him, he failed to notice someone sit down on the bar stool next to him.
“Butterbeer, please,” a feminine voice asked the bartender.
In the back of his mind, he recognized the voice but couldn’t place it immediately. He was so focused on reading the article that he didn’t bother trying to think of who it belonged to.
A season or two sitting behind Craft, and we’d have a first class Seeker at United. As Oliver day-dreamed about all the glory United could achieve with him reteaming with Harry, he suddenly heard a soft giggle next to him. He glanced over, annoyed that his focus had been broken. The source of the giggling was a tall, brunette sitting next to him, watching him.
“Not even a woman could get the gleam in your eye, Wood,” she told him.
Suddenly, Oliver’s eyes went wide as instantly recognized his old teammate, Katie Bell. “Katie!”
“’Bout time you noticed me,” she replied sarcastically. “I’ve been sitting here for five minutes.”
“How could anyone not notice you?” Oliver replied, laying on the charm a bit thick. It was partially true, as in his opinion, Katie was quite attractive. Though, he was always a sucker for brunettes. But, mainly because he didn’t want to admit that he hadn’t noticed her sit down.
“What brought you to town?” Oliver asked, trying to change the subject.
A small smile crossed Katie’s lips. “Had a bit of business in Winchester. Once that was finished, I decided to look up an old friend, and maybe catch a match. Playing Pride tomorrow, right?”
“Playing is bit of stretch, but yes. At seven.”
“Please, it’s only a matter of time,” Katie retorted. As Oliver rolled his eyes and took a swig of his butterbeer, she watched him in profile. She had always harbored a bit of a crush on her former captain. He was attractive, smart, Captain of the House Quidditch team, and not to mention – the accent.
“Katie?”
“Uh?” she asked, trying not to blush as she realized he had been talking to her.
With a chuckle, Oliver smirked. “I asked how’d you know I’d be down here.”
“As an Auror, I’m very good at tracking people down,” she answered. “And, I also stopped by your flat, and your mate told me you’d be down here,” Katie quickly added.
Oliver snickered. “Excellent deduction, Cadet,” he mocked, and broke out in laughter as Katie back-handed his shoulder in mock annoyance. As Katie finished her drink, his own already finished, Oliver motioned for two more butterbeers.
“Do you have practice today?”
Shaking his head, Oliver took one of the two new mugs. “Had one this morning. Boss gave us the rest of the afternoon off.”
“Probably don’t know what to do with yourself then, eh?” she teased. “Having a morning practice never stopped you from having an afternoon strategy session.”
“I was not that bad,” Oliver said trying to defend himself. “Besides, I hear Angelina did the same.”
Katie nodded in agreement as she took a sip of her butterbeer. “I was actually happy when we finally had a sane captain in Harry.” Both laughed; Harry had been a terrific captain. It’s just that not many would have agreed at the time that ‘Harry’ and ‘sane’ should go together in a sentence.
“Have you talked to him lately?” Oliver asked.
“Looking for some inside info?” Katie asked with a small smirk. “Actually, I have. Had dinner with him the other night.”
“Oh?” Oliver needled a bit, but Katie just rolled her eyes.
“Harry is like a little brother. I am free and single for the moment,” she announced to him. “You?”
“A few dates. But as you so put it, I’m all Quidditch, all the time,” he answered with a teasing smile.
“Well, we’ll just have to change that, won’t we?”
Oliver looked at her quizzically. “What are you getting on about?”
Motioning to the dart board that hung on one wall, she had a quick word with the barkeep, and got the darts.
“A little bit of a challenge,” she told him. Getting up, she walked over towards the dart board. As she walked away, Katie glanced over her shoulder at him, and gave a mix of a saucy and challenging grin to him.
What the devil is she up to? he asked himself, very intrigued as he moved to join her.
“It’s simple,” she said, twirling a dart. “We each throw three, and highest score wins. If I win, you take me to dinner.”
“And if I win?” Oliver asked, as for the first time in his life, he consider throwing a competition.
Lining up her first throw, she smirked. “The night is young,” Katie asked suggestively as she threw her first dart. “What’d ya want?”
bk03Recipient:
purelushTitle: Over A Game Of Darts
Pairing: Katie/Oliver
Rating: PG
Word Count: 932
Summary: Looking up an old friend, Katie challenges Oliver to a darts match.
Author's Notes: I took the prompt “beginnings of attraction/relationships”, and created a moment where I thought this could be where Katie and Oliver’s relationship first started. I wish I had a bit more time to fine tune it, but I hope you like it. Thanks to C for the quick beta read.
Ignoring his half-empty mug of butterbeer on the bar before him, Oliver Wood’s attention was fully focused on the Daily Prophet. In particular, and perhaps expectedly, on an article about Quidditch.
Teams make second round of pitches to Potter. Three years removed from his last competitive match, Potter is still a prized free agent and drawing attention from every team in the BIQL.
As Oliver continued reading the article, he started remembering all those matches he had played with Harry. He chuckled to himself as he remember how clueless Harry had seemed when he’d first seen the pitch. Now, the kid was being approached by almost every team in the league. Merlin, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Harpies made a play for him too, Oliver thought sarcastically.
Continuing to read, and ignoring the world around him, he failed to notice someone sit down on the bar stool next to him.
“Butterbeer, please,” a feminine voice asked the bartender.
In the back of his mind, he recognized the voice but couldn’t place it immediately. He was so focused on reading the article that he didn’t bother trying to think of who it belonged to.
A season or two sitting behind Craft, and we’d have a first class Seeker at United. As Oliver day-dreamed about all the glory United could achieve with him reteaming with Harry, he suddenly heard a soft giggle next to him. He glanced over, annoyed that his focus had been broken. The source of the giggling was a tall, brunette sitting next to him, watching him.
“Not even a woman could get the gleam in your eye, Wood,” she told him.
Suddenly, Oliver’s eyes went wide as instantly recognized his old teammate, Katie Bell. “Katie!”
“’Bout time you noticed me,” she replied sarcastically. “I’ve been sitting here for five minutes.”
“How could anyone not notice you?” Oliver replied, laying on the charm a bit thick. It was partially true, as in his opinion, Katie was quite attractive. Though, he was always a sucker for brunettes. But, mainly because he didn’t want to admit that he hadn’t noticed her sit down.
“What brought you to town?” Oliver asked, trying to change the subject.
A small smile crossed Katie’s lips. “Had a bit of business in Winchester. Once that was finished, I decided to look up an old friend, and maybe catch a match. Playing Pride tomorrow, right?”
“Playing is bit of stretch, but yes. At seven.”
“Please, it’s only a matter of time,” Katie retorted. As Oliver rolled his eyes and took a swig of his butterbeer, she watched him in profile. She had always harbored a bit of a crush on her former captain. He was attractive, smart, Captain of the House Quidditch team, and not to mention – the accent.
“Katie?”
“Uh?” she asked, trying not to blush as she realized he had been talking to her.
With a chuckle, Oliver smirked. “I asked how’d you know I’d be down here.”
“As an Auror, I’m very good at tracking people down,” she answered. “And, I also stopped by your flat, and your mate told me you’d be down here,” Katie quickly added.
Oliver snickered. “Excellent deduction, Cadet,” he mocked, and broke out in laughter as Katie back-handed his shoulder in mock annoyance. As Katie finished her drink, his own already finished, Oliver motioned for two more butterbeers.
“Do you have practice today?”
Shaking his head, Oliver took one of the two new mugs. “Had one this morning. Boss gave us the rest of the afternoon off.”
“Probably don’t know what to do with yourself then, eh?” she teased. “Having a morning practice never stopped you from having an afternoon strategy session.”
“I was not that bad,” Oliver said trying to defend himself. “Besides, I hear Angelina did the same.”
Katie nodded in agreement as she took a sip of her butterbeer. “I was actually happy when we finally had a sane captain in Harry.” Both laughed; Harry had been a terrific captain. It’s just that not many would have agreed at the time that ‘Harry’ and ‘sane’ should go together in a sentence.
“Have you talked to him lately?” Oliver asked.
“Looking for some inside info?” Katie asked with a small smirk. “Actually, I have. Had dinner with him the other night.”
“Oh?” Oliver needled a bit, but Katie just rolled her eyes.
“Harry is like a little brother. I am free and single for the moment,” she announced to him. “You?”
“A few dates. But as you so put it, I’m all Quidditch, all the time,” he answered with a teasing smile.
“Well, we’ll just have to change that, won’t we?”
Oliver looked at her quizzically. “What are you getting on about?”
Motioning to the dart board that hung on one wall, she had a quick word with the barkeep, and got the darts.
“A little bit of a challenge,” she told him. Getting up, she walked over towards the dart board. As she walked away, Katie glanced over her shoulder at him, and gave a mix of a saucy and challenging grin to him.
What the devil is she up to? he asked himself, very intrigued as he moved to join her.
“It’s simple,” she said, twirling a dart. “We each throw three, and highest score wins. If I win, you take me to dinner.”
“And if I win?” Oliver asked, as for the first time in his life, he consider throwing a competition.
Lining up her first throw, she smirked. “The night is young,” Katie asked suggestively as she threw her first dart. “What’d ya want?”
