Antipathy-Oliver Wood

Chapter 1

Meredith-

"I'm what?" 

"Getting transferred." Michael, my agent, repeated calmly like he didn't just throw life changing news every day. 

"Why? I love being on Chudley Canon." I asked, this didn't make sense, I've been on 'The Chudley Canons,' ever since I graduated Hogwarts four years ago. Yes they weren't the best team but it was the only one who wanted me at the time, and so I took it and I finally was living my dream of being a professional Quidditch player.

"Chudley Canons is a... good team but we've decided that you need to be transferred. We feel like it's just holding you back and let's face it they aren't going to win any quidditch world cup.  Your skills, fame, and what you could accomplish is too great to stay. Honestly I don't even know why only Chudley Canon noticed you, it should have been so many more." Michael explained, awkwardly shifted in his seat, fixed an already neat stack of papers. 

I knew exactly why I wasn't picked for a better team; I was good, but I wasn't great not like now at least. It took me several years, and long days and nights training and working to get where I am now. To being one of the most up and coming quidditch players and that teams are begging for me to join. I didn't think I would have to accept any until now.

"What team am I being transferred too?" Michael looked at the documents he'd been messing with. 

"Puddlemere united." This day could not get any worse, Puddlemere united was a great team, one of the best and oldest teams there was. I would have been thrilled if it wasn't for one problem. It's captain, Oliver Wood. I hated that man, even just thinking about him left me with a burning rage in my chest. 

"Just wonderful," I hissed, standing up, I grabbed my quidditch bag and slung it over my shoulder.

"You start on Monday; we just need to go over a few logistics and sign the contract." Michael said, he picked up the parchment that he had been adjusting every few seconds and handed it to me. 

"I made a few adjustments to the contract, and they've agreed. You can look over it yourself." He said, I took ten minutes to read over the contract, they were giving me a huge raise almost four times my last salary, along with several other perks. I grabbed the quill he handed me and signed at the bottom of the contract. It wasn't really like I had a choice to stay or not but at least it pays well. I glanced at the clock, it was almost time to meet Ginny and Camila at the bar, and I was still gross from practice. 

I took my wand out, told Michael I'll see him later, swung my quidditch bag on my shoulder, and apparated out of the room. 

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Ginny and Camila were already sitting at the bar when I got there. I sat down throwing my purse on the bar. They jumped both not realizing I arrived, both having cups of firewhiskey in there hands.

"I know, I know, I'm late! I'm sorry!" Camila waved over the bartender.

"Did practice end late?" Ginny asked,

"Just a soda please," I told the bartender before answering Ginny.

"No, I had a meeting with Michael."

"About what?" Camlia asked, she was one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. That was why we became friends in the first place, when we were first years in Hogwarts on the train and I told her how pretty I thought she was, we became instant friends. It was helped that we were both sorted into Gryffindor and became roommates. 

"I'm getting transferred. I'm leaving the Chudley Canons." 

"Why?" Ginny said, she was also one of my best friends from Hogwarts, she stumbled into me and Camila's compartment first year, wanting to hide from her twin brothers who were trying to prank her even if it was her first day. I explained to them everything that happened at the meeting, downing the last my firewhiskey, and ordering another one.

"So, you know what that means, you'll be seeing your favorite boy on the planet." Ginny teased; I shook my head.

"He's not my favorite boy. I can't stand him."

"You have to admit he's cute to look at." Camila smirked, she winked at the boy across the bar that was currently eyeing her over the rim of his fire whiskey glass.

"He's also as old as Percy." Ginny reminded us.

"So? Older men are hot. Percy is ho-"

"Please do not finish that sentence." Ginny cringed; I laughed as the bartender placed another cup of soda in front of me.

"Whatever still, he's also really smart-"

"Okay guys enough. I didn't come here to talk about how good looking or smart or athletic Oliver Wood is." I huffed, putting my hands up to stop the conversation. Ginny smirked at me over the rim of her glass.

"We never said he was athletic." I glared at her.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry." But she looked anything but apologetic. 

"Well, speak of the devil, he's right over there."