Post by Bec on Nov 10, 2011 3:08:18 GMT -8
Title: But you can't cancel Quidditch practice!
Rating: G
Word count: 201
Summary: Poor Oliver.
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Oliver had just finished Breakfast and was leaving the Great Hall when he spotted Harry about to enter.
“No, no Potter, no time for Breakfast,” he said curtly, he then put one arm around the boy’s small frame as he began to turn him in the opposite direction.
“But-“ Harry began to say.
“From now until the Slytherin match we live and breathe Quidditch.” Harry only raised his eyebrows as he was guided out onto the Hogwarts’ grounds. The two boys were only down the steps when they spotted Professor Snape marching towards them.
“Sorry boys your Quidditch training is cancelled,” he sneered, slowly and clearly.
Oliver simply began to splutter,
“But...but you can’t cancel Quidditch!” Harry however began to beam. Yes! He would be able to have Breakfast for the first time in weeks! His beam however was dampened by the sight of Oliver reaching into his Quidditch robes.
Oliver promptly pulled his letter from Professor McGonagall out and handed it to Snape, a triumphant smile upon his lips. Snape only took one glance at it then tore it cleanly in half.
“What permission?”
Oliver could feel the tears threatening to pour out. It wasn’t fair, You can’t cancel Quidditch!
Rating: G
Word count: 201
Summary: Poor Oliver.
**********************************
Oliver had just finished Breakfast and was leaving the Great Hall when he spotted Harry about to enter.
“No, no Potter, no time for Breakfast,” he said curtly, he then put one arm around the boy’s small frame as he began to turn him in the opposite direction.
“But-“ Harry began to say.
“From now until the Slytherin match we live and breathe Quidditch.” Harry only raised his eyebrows as he was guided out onto the Hogwarts’ grounds. The two boys were only down the steps when they spotted Professor Snape marching towards them.
“Sorry boys your Quidditch training is cancelled,” he sneered, slowly and clearly.
Oliver simply began to splutter,
“But...but you can’t cancel Quidditch!” Harry however began to beam. Yes! He would be able to have Breakfast for the first time in weeks! His beam however was dampened by the sight of Oliver reaching into his Quidditch robes.
Oliver promptly pulled his letter from Professor McGonagall out and handed it to Snape, a triumphant smile upon his lips. Snape only took one glance at it then tore it cleanly in half.
“What permission?”
Oliver could feel the tears threatening to pour out. It wasn’t fair, You can’t cancel Quidditch!
