Looking for the body

[Oliver Hughes]

Mist saying that she wanted Oliver to tell her all about Quidditch made him incredibly happy. His blue eyes sparkled as he continued to speak to her. He started talking somewhat quick.

“Now,” He started. “In Quidditch there are 7 players. Firstly, there are the Chasers. Now Chasers are the one who score on those three hopes. They use a ball called the Quaffle. The next player is called the Keeper, who guards the hoops and tries to block the Quaffle from getting in. Next, there are the two beaters. The beaters fly around carrying bats, fending off another kind of ball called a bludger. There are two bludgers in the game. The last player is the Seeker. The seeker flies around the pitch looking for the last ball, the Golden Snitch. Now once the Seeker catches the snitch the game is over and the team who gets the snitch gets extra points.” Oliver was very expressive while he said his speech. He spoke a lot with his hands and he pointed to spots in the Pitch, like the hoops. Quidditch was his passion and Oliver loved telling people about it.

“So, any questions?” He asked, laughing. He Sat down again next to Mist and waited for her to reply with a lot of enthusiasm.

[Mist LightRose]

Mist stared at Oliver. He was evidently enthusiastic, but about what? Teaching Mist, teaching Quidditch, or teaching Mist about Quidditch?

"I do have a question : How many extra points do you get if you cach the snitch?" She asked him.

[Oliver Hughes]

“Well,” Oliver continued. He was on a roll. “Once the Seeker catches the snitch it gives that team 150 extra points. That usually means the team that catches the Golden Snitch wins. Unless something extreme happens, like it did at the World Cup years ago.”

“It was Bulgaria against Ireland. It was one of the shortest matches in Quidditch history. Ireland played a great game and ended up ahead of the Bulgarians. The Bulgarian Seeker, Victor Krum, ended the game by catching the snitch, knowing that Bulgaria would lose. He was a fantastic player! Boy what a seeker.” Oliver smiled when he talked about Krum. Krum was one of his Quidditch idols.

“I wish I could have been there to see that World Cup, it would have been fantastic. Although, that was the year that You-Know-Who cam back. My dad was there. He told me all about it. It sounded like a dark time.” Oliver then shut up for a bit, feeling to cool breeze in his golden hair. He looked at Mist, his blue eyes sparkling. He’d never really talked to a girl for this long, well other than his sister. He suddenly got a little shy and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Want to try flying again?” He asked, being awkwardly polite.

[Mist LightRose]

Mist was amazed at Oliver advanced knowledge (OOC:Lol=]).
Mist shuddered at the mention of You-Know-Who.
"I hate him. You-Know-Who, not you, Oliver." Mist glared.

"Is that the year the Wizard Triology was held? Yeh. The fienting ... the feinting ... something or other he did then, wasn't it?"

When Oliver looked at Mist, she looked away, even though she kind of liked Oliver. She didn't want to say anything though, as she didn't want to make it even more awkard than it seemed now.
"Nice breeze, isn't it?" she asked. She looked at Oliver, smiling. She giggled at the fact of him becoming so awkward in the space of two minutes.

"Um ... yeah, sure." she decided.

[Oliver Hughes]

Oliver hated You-Know-Who as much as any other wizard. He wasn't completely sure what Mist was talking about at first. Trilogy?? He thought about it and then it came to him suddenly.

"You mean the Triwizard Tournament!" He exclaimed. "That was when Hogwarts had two champions. Fun fact, actually, Harry Potter was one of those champions. Now there's a famous wizard. The boy who lived." Oliver's older brother had been one of Harry Potter's biggest fans. He had tried to learn as much about him as possible while he was a Hogwarts. Oliver had found it kind of annoying, but he did highly admire Harry Potter.

Oliver, being empty-headed, hadn't even noticed that Mist was being sweet with him. He wasn't even thinking about her in that way. He thought she was really nice though and he was enjoying all of his time with her. He smiled at her lots.

"Breeze?" Oliver asked. "I hadn't even noticed. I'm quite warm actually." Then Oliver got the hint. "Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?"

[Mist LightRose]

She laughed at her own word.
"Wizarding is hard sometimes," She smiled. " I never usually get it right."
Then her eyes clouded over, making thm look very dark and kind of evil. Her voice did the same as she stated, "I'm not meaning just wizarding things. I'm no good at guessing anything else either."
Her eyes returned to chocolate brown again but her voice took a while to match her eyes.

She liked Oliver, but knew via Loooooooving the detective works he probably didn't feel the same way.
No-one ever did.

"Nah. I'm fine."
Her voice didn't sound it.

[Oliver Hughes]

Oliver stared at Mist when her eyes clouded over. He wasn’t sure what she meant by that. He couldn’t believe how strange Mist had gotten. He smiled awkwardly and sat back on the bench. His blue eyes stared at her, but his face still held a smile. His heart was thumping in his chest for some strange reason.

“Kind of a windy day isn’t it.” He said, commenting on the weather. Noticing that Mist was probably still cold, Oliver took his jacket off anyways and slung it around Mist’s shoulders. He knew that girls were constantly telling you what you wanted to hear. His sister had told him all about it. He had always thought girls were so silly. Mist was one of the only cool girls that Oliver knew, other than Laelia.

“What classes are you taking this term?” Oliver asked suddenly, watching Mist to hear her reaction. He looked at her closely, noticing her long red hair. It looked incredibly soft. He smiled at this thought, but then quickly stopped, hoping that Mist hadn’t noticed.

[Mist LightRose]

"Kind of," Mist smiled, then decided to say something for her strange behaviour.
"Sorry I got like that Oliver. Ignore it. I can do that." She smiled at Oliver. "I can ... go into trances. I don't realise what I'm saying. I was half there so my eyes were turning grey. If I'm not there at all my eyes go black. Doesn't happen alot though."

She smiled when Oliver put his jacket over her shoulders.
"Seriously, I'm fine!" she tried to insist, but let 'him anyway.

Oliver smiled when she hadn't said anything. Maybe ...
Mist wouldn't let herself hope. It may well not be true. She reamined silent until with thinking.
"Poitions, Monday, Mythology Tuesday, Ancient Runes Wadnesday, Free period Thursday, DADA Friday. How about you?"
She looked into Olivers eyes, then blushed and looked away.
If that made things more awkward she'd bite her tongue.

[Oliver Hughes]

Oliver smiled again at her, he was awfully smiley. He couldn't really understand his odd happiness. He had no idea it might trace back to Mist.

"Well, we have Potions and Defence against the Dark Arts together." He laughed a little. “I also have Transfiguration and Divination. It’s unfortunate that I have my free period on Wednesday, otherwise we could study together.” Oliver then stood up and grabbed his broom. He wanted to show Mist a few more Quidditch moves. He hoped he wouldn’t mind if he showed off.

“Do you want to help me train for the Quidditch tryouts?” Oliver asked. He wanted her to throw soccer balls at him so that he could train for keeper. “It will only take a little while. Then we can go back up to the castle for dinner.” He paused and looked at his toes. He was embarrassed to say the last part. “You can sit with me at the Hufflepuff table…if-if you want. Of course if you don’t want to I’ll totally understand…” He was standing awkwardly in front of Mist looking down at her with his deep blue eyes.

[Mist LightRose]

"I guess we do! It is a shame. But oh well."

"Sure I'll help you for Quidditch tryouts!"

Mist could't believe what she was hearing.
"Y-yeah! Sure. It'd get me away from Duncan and Lilah most loved up couple ever if they're sitting at my table. Like. No offence on them."
Mist blushed, then looked at Oliver. "You're cool, why wouldn't I want to sit with you?"

She didn't know she was misinterpreting why he was asking her.

[Oliver Hughes]

“You’re cool, why wouldn’t I want to sit with you?”

Oliver didn’t respond to this question. He simple shrugged, his face all red, and ran his fingers through his hair. He mumbled something like “dunno”, but he said it quietly. There were a few split seconds where he looked at Mist, his face still red, and stood in awkward silence. Suddenly Oliver jumped up and grabbed his broom.

“Come and throw some soccer balls at me in the pitch,” He said awkwardly. He was trying to shake that odd feeling off. He didn’t want to taint his time with Mist remembering how awkward he had been.

Once down on the pitch Oliver went to one of the dressing rooms and grabbed five soccer balls. He put them in the middle of the field and waited for Mist to come to him. I hope she doesn’t think I’m crazy, Oliver thought, waiting for her.

[Mist LightRose]

"MK," Mist nodded. "So I just ... throw them?" She shrugged, 'coz it sounded easy enough.
"Alright then, get on that broom,"She grinned at Oliver and when he did she threw the soccer balls at him.

[Oliver Hughes]

Oliver laughed slightly at Mist little grin. It was mischievous and quite evil. He had jumped on his broom and flew in a circle to show that he was ready. The first ball she threw flew hard to the right. Oliver flew straight for it and caught it while doing a roll. Because they were so close to the ground Oliver felt his hair brush the top of the grass. He pulled up and flew back to Mist, throwing the soccer ball down to be ready for the second one.

The second ball she threw went above Oliver’s head. He flew up, imagining he was saving a goal from the opposing team, and grabbed it with both hands. He threw that one at the ground as well. Oliver could hear the crowd cheering in his head. The feeling made his smile extremely bright.

The third ball was the one that Oliver missed. Mist threw it to Oliver’s left and he tried to roll and catch it again. It flew off to his left side, but he swung around with and hit it with end of his broom.

“Keep up the good work and you might make a good Chaser,” Oliver said smiling as he waited for the next to balls.

OOC: I hope you don’t mind, I took over what direction the balls went. If you do I can change it

[Mist LightRose]

OOC : It's Fine =]
IC
"I doubt it," Mist smiled. She threw the next one and it flew right, Oliver managed it easily.
"Great one!" Mist yelled encoragment.
She threw the fifth ball and it .....

[Oliver Hughes]

When Oliver dove for the last of the soccer balls, he was extremely surprised when it hit him quite hard directly in the face. He was sure that Mist hadn’t meant to throw it that hard, but he heard his nose give a little crunch. Oliver fell off his broom and on to the ground, which was only a few feet underneath him. He felt his nose begin to bleed while his vision swam. Oliver saw stars in the afternoon sky and looked up with a confused look on his blank face.

“Mist?” Oliver asked quietly sitting up. He grabbed his nose to stop the bleeding. His vision was much clearer and seeing the look on Mist’s face made him want to laugh. She looked incredibly scared. Oliver smiled, underneath the blood. “I’m okay. I’m fine” He said, still laughing.

“Good throw!”