little ellie and felix play quidditch !

[ellie katherine wood]

Ellie Wood was sitting on the hardwood floor of her room, holding a small doll in each hand. She had already positioned most of the other dolls in different rooms of her large dollhouse, and was debating where to stick the last two.

“Now, Diana, you go into the kitchen, and Elizabeth, you go into the nursery with baby Harry,” she said, talking to the small dolls. “Charles, what are you doing, you’re supposed to be-"

She stopped, hearing a thump in the hall. She looked up, seeing Felix walk by in the hallway, lugging a large case behind him.

“Brother!” she called, standing up and running into the hall, leaving the dollhouse behind. “Where are you going? What are you doing?”

Felix stopped, letting the trunk fall to the ground with a loud thump. “I’m going outside to play Quidditch,” he said, turning to face his little sister.

“Can you teach me? I wanna play, too,” she said, smiling, pulling lightly at one of the braids in her hair.

“Fine, but you have to carry the trunk outside.” Felix pointed at the trunk on the floor, and started to walk down the stairs. Ellie grabbed the trunk and tugged, but it barely moved an inch. She tugged again, getting it to move a bit more, but she was still far from her destination. She sighed and sat down on the trunk, calling out for her brother. He came back down the hall, his arms crossed. “What are you doing?”

“It won’t move,” she said, pouting. “Can you help me, please?” If there was anything that Ellie had learned in the first six years of her life, it was how to perfect the puppy dog look. It always worked on her dad and her brothers, and she could get almost anything out of it.

“Fine,” he said, lightly pushing her out of the way and grabbing the trunk. She smiled as he dragged it down the stairs, around the corner, and out the door.

Felix plopped the trunk down onto the grass outside. He opened it up, Ellie standing right behind him, peeking inside. “So,” he asked. “What position do you want to learn?”

Ellie stared at him blankly. “Well, what’s daddy?”

“Dad’s a keeper, like me,” Felix said, smiling. “Do you wanna learn that one?” he asked, and she nodded. “Okay, grab the quaffle.”

She looked at him again. “What’s that?”

Felix sighed, grabbing the three red balls that were in the trunk. “This one. Now, go stand against the wall.”

Ellie did what she was told, surprisingly not questioning her brother’s request, since she always wanted to know why he did anything he ever did ever.

“A keeper’s job is to keep the quaffle from going in through the goal hoops, so the other team doesn’t score. And a keeper can never be afraid of the ball. So that’s your lesson for today. Not to be scared of the ball.” At that, Felix took the first quaffle and chucked it hard at his sister, where it hit her in the shoulder.

“FELIX!” she cried. At that, Felix through the second ball, which hit her in the stomach. “FELIX, STOP!” She shouted louder as Felix threw the third quaffle, which slammed square into her face. She screamed and started crying, her hand holding where the ball had hit her cheek.

“You can’t be afraid of the quaffle!” Felix said matter-of-factly.

“What’s going on out here?!” Oliver cried, the door slamming behind him. “Ellie, you know better than to be screaming when you’re playing, it’s-“ he stopped, looking down at his daughter. “Elizabeth Wood, what happened to your face?” He kneeled down to get on her level, his hand going to her face. She winced as his fingers traced the large bruise forming around her right eye.

“Ask,” she sobbed, “Felix.”

“Felix Ian Wood, did you hit your sister?” He asked, standing up and walking towards the boy.

“I was teaching her how to be a keeper, it’s not my fault she didn’t catch it!” He said, stomping his foot.

“I’ve told you this forever, Felix, you have to be nice to Ellie, she’s littler than you. Upstairs, now.” Oliver crossed his arms and nodded his head up towards the house.

“But-“ Felix started to protest.

“Now.”

As Felix turned to walk away, Ellie grabbed one of the quaffles that was on the ground and flung it at her brother, hitting him square in the back of his head. She giggled as he shouted.

“ELLES!” Felix yelled, turning around.

“Inside!” Oliver said, pointing back at the house.

“That's not-“ Felix protested, arms waving.

“Go,” Oliver said, sternly. Felix crossed his arms and stomped off, slamming the door behind him.

Oliver turned back down towards Ellie, lifting her up. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he tugged lightly on one of her pigtails that had been messed up.

“Bug, you know you’re not supposed to hit your brother, don’t you?” he asked, and she nodded into his shoulder. “Good. Because that was a fantastic throw.”

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[felix ian wood]