#radiant glasspetal

[amethystandemma]

No Making Out on the Quidditch Field!

It was Christmas at Hogwarts, and Radiant couldn’t feel more happy, which she wasn’t expecting. She figured she would be homesick and lonely, but it was quite the opposite.

There had been quite a few students who had stayed home for the holidays, including Harry Potter,  the Weasley boys, her brothers…

And Oliver Wood, of course.

Radiant took a deep breath through her nose, inhaling the fresh, clean air. She closed her eyes and sighed contently.

Nothing quite like playing Quidditch in the cold.

“Glasspetal! Get your head out of the clouds and focus!” Oliver shouted, though there was no bite in his words.

Right. Quidditch.

Radiant dodged a bludger Fred had sent her way, the ball clipping her red braid as it sailed past her head. She caught the Quaffle passed from Arthur before zooming towards the opposing goal where Wood guarded. 

She gritted her teeth at his stupidly perfect smug smirk, wanting nothing more than to punch it off his face. Or kiss it off. She wasn’t one-hundred percent sure.

The Quaffle flew out of her hand. Radiant knew even before he moved that Oliver would block it. And he did, using the end of his broom.

“You keep on letting your emotions get the better of you,” he said, tossing her back the Quaffle. 

Radiant caught it, her face getting as red as her hair. “Shut up Wood.”

She both loved and hated how he could read her like a book. It was great in a Quidditch match, but was frustrating pretty much everywhere else. Sensing her irritation, he flew closer so their brooms were right next to each other.

“No. Radiant, you would have cost us a-” Oliver’s eyes widened. “Bludger!”

“Wha-”

The bludger hit Radiant right on her side, knocking all of the air out of her and pushing her off the broom. She fell to the side, crashing into him. 

They both fell thirty feet to the ground, Radiant landing on top of Oliver. The snow cushioned their fall.

She was suddenly aware of their close proximity. Her face was inches from his.

“Your hearing as bad as your aim?” Oliver teased.

The stupid smirk was back on his face again.

Radiant surprised them both by closing the gap, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Sorry, I’m having trouble focusing on anything other than how badly you need petroleum jelly for your chapped lips,” Radiant snapped, pulling back from him.

For once in his life, Oliver Wood didn’t have a comeback. Radiant stood up and held her hand out to him with a huff.

“Come on now, get up. You look stupid down there.”

He grabbed her forearm, pulling her back into the snow.

“I think I much prefer the view from down here Glasspetal.”

Then it was his time to surprise her. Oliver pulled Radiant into a gentle, snow covered kiss.

Neither one noticed the rest of the team landing around them.

“Oy!” George yelled. “No making out on the Quidditch Field!”

[amethystandemma]

Radiant Glasspetal and the First Quidditch Match

“I earned this spot,” Radiant Glasspetal muttered to herself. “I deserve to be here.”

The young second year sat outside the locker room, her broom in hand and her red Quidditch robe sprawled out around her body. 

“I deserve to be here,” she repeated. 

No, you don’t, Radiant thought.

“I worked har... hard.”

You really didn’t.

“I’m a good Chaser.”

Your older brothers are good Chasers. You’re not.

Radiant couldn’t hold back the negative thoughts anymore. It was as if a dam had been broken, and nothing was holding back the rushing waves of doubt and fear.

You don’t deserve to play Quidditch for Gryffindor.

You’re weak.

The only reason you are on the team is because they pity you.

You’re small.

Zach and Artie are ashamed of you.

You’re pathetic.

You’ll never make it Puddlmere United.

Because of you, the team will lose.

You should just leave.

“Radiant?”

It’s not like no one will notice you’re gone.

“Radiant.”

You should just quit.

“Glasspetal, come on.”

Quit.

Quit.

QUIT.

“Hey!”

Radiant sharply gasped, blinking her eyes profusely. Apparently she had been crying at some point, based on the wet feeling on her face. She didn’t even notice her visitor at first.

Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor team Keeper and Captain, was inches away from her face. His brown eyes pierced into her’s with such intensity, it seemed as if he was staring into her very soul.

“Scared Radiant?” The fourth year asked.

Radiant wiped her nose. “A little.”

“That’s alright. Felt the same way before my first game.” He helped her stand up from the bench, rubbing the dirt off her uniform. “Though, your brothers told me not to tell you about it.” Oliver delivered that last part with a wink.

He just pities you.

He doesn’t actually believe in you.

Why should he? You’re just a second year.

Radiant bit her lip to keep from crying again. Oliver, seeming to notice this, reached into his Quidditch robe.

“Where did I put that- oh, here it is.” He handed her a white handkerchief. Upon further inspection, Radiant saw a small golden snitch on the corner along with his initials: O. S. W. 

He waited for her to wipe her face before speaking again.

“You’re probably thinking a lot of real negative thoughts right now.”

“How did you-”

“I just know. I thought the same things when I first joined. Hell, I’m still thinking of them.” He ran a gloved hand through his brown hair. “Charlie was the best Captain Gryffindor has seen in years. How am I supposed to replace him?“

“Just know that we’re your team, and we are there for you.” Oliver gave her a crooked smirk. “You’re here for a reason Radiant. You can do this. You hear me?”

Radiant nodded and handed him his handkerchief back. Oliver shook his head, closing her hand around it.

“Keep it. For good luck. Not that you’ll need it,” he loudly whispered.

Oliver stood still, watching her as she put the handkerchief into her pocket. He motioned to the door with his head a second later.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Ready.” Radiant confirmed.

Oliver’s smirk became a grin and clapped her shoulder. Hard. “Good. Let’s get inside.”

She nodded again, stepping into the locker room where the rest of the team waited. All boys.

Great.

Radiant sat between her two older brothers, Zachary and Arthur, her grip on her broom never loosening. She was vaguely aware of the bad thoughts trying to get back into her head, but she did her best to shake them off. 

Fred and George Weasley sat with their older brother, Charlie, on benches opposite from the Glasspetals. She couldn’t recall a single time when there wasn’t a mischievous glint in the twins’s eyes, just like there was one now.

Oliver wasted no time as soon as he came into the locker room. He cleared his throat for silence.

“Okay men.”

Radiant wanted to point out that she wasn’t a man, but she closed her mouth before any sound came out.

“This is it. The big one. The one we’ve all been waiting for.” 

Wood made eye contact with each team member, his gaze intense, as it always was when he talked about Quidditch. 

“This is the best team Gryffindor’s had in years. We’re going to win. I know it.”

His gaze lingered on Radiant’s for a second, the hint of a smile toying on his serious face. She smiled back.

“It’s time. Good luck, all of you.” Part 1 -> Part 2