My internship went rather smoothly, and it wasn't as hard as I anticipated. Oliver and I were made to run small errands for the team, handle their finances, and help the team manager. Katya turned out to be much nicer than I initially thought, and she was in fact a university student studying for her art degree. Benjy and Katya had been going out for some time now, and from what I could tell, Benjy was wholly enamoured with her.

June and I owled on a nearly daily basis, and she seemed to be quite enjoying herself with her relatives. Her distant relatives were muggles, however, so we had to figure out how to send letters when it was night time for her so that her family didn't see the owls.

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"So," Oliver said as we stood in line to order the team's morning coffee, "What's up with you and Ford?"

It was a fresh summer morning, and I could feel the fresh breeze brush against my skin. The cobbled street was pulled over with a slight mist that barely altered visibility, but still gave an ethereal effect on the atmosphere.

"Wouldn't you like to know." I rolled my eyes, trying to hide a small blush creeping into my cheeks.

"You don't seriously like him do you?" Oliver chuckled, running his hand through his hair.

"None of your business." I scoffed, pushing back a small smile.

We stood in silence for another minute or so, the line being quite lengthier than usual. Vincent was actively flirting with me, that much was obvious. He was quite handsome and charming, and I couldn't help but get butterflies every time he flashed me one of his signature grins. Despite only being on the team for only a few months, his looks were getting the most attention from schoolgirls and teenage tabloids.

"The ring," Oliver said, abruptly jerking me out of my Vincent daydream.

"Hm?" I gave him a confused glance.

"You're wearing that ring I gave you for Christmas." He pointed at my hand, and indeed I was fidgeting with the small silver broomstick on it as we spoke.

"Oh," I felt myself smile. "Yeah, well, it's a good ring."

The truth was that I wore this ring very frequently, and had grown to love the feeling of the small silver band on my finger. It was a subconscious sort of feeling, but it was there nonetheless, prevalent when I wore it.

"Glad to hear it." He grinned.

I looked into Oliver's smiling hazel eyes, making me grin in return, a warm and fuzzy feeling surging in my stomach.

"Next!" The barista called out from the booth.

~~~~

The last day of the internship came rather quickly, and I was surprised at how time flew by. I sat with Oliver and Katya shuffling through papers, feeling too awkward to say anything.

"Hey Stone," Oliver said, throwing yet another paper into the trash.

"What do you want?" I groaned, receiving a chuckle from Katya.

"You reckon they'll sign a poster for me?" He blushed furiously, pulling out a rolled-up piece of parchment from his bag.

I was about to answer when suddenly I felt a strong arm wrap around my side. Vincent stood next to me grinning widely.

"Oh hey, Vincent." I smiled, playfully swatting his arm away. "What's brought you to this neck of the woods."

Vincent let out a laugh, his gorgeous eyes twinkling as his dark curls fell over his eyes, causing him to brush them back.

"I was wondering if you would like to continue talking with Owls." He smirked, but I could see him nervously twiddle his thumbs.

My lips involuntarily curled up in a smile, and I conjured up a small piece of paper and a pen.

"Only if you promise to actually write," I said, looking up at him.

"Cross my heart." He said, dramatically slapping his chest.

"Alright, your wish is my command." I chortled, scribbling down my address.

"Thank you dar-" He started to take the note.

"Not so fast," I grinned, sending Oliver a wink. "I have a quest for you to complete before you can have this valuable information.

"What?" Victor sent me a confused glance, as did Oliver.

"I want this signed by you and your whole team for a friend. She's a huge fan." I snickered, grabbing the poster still in Oliver's hands.

"That's it?" Vincent's eyes widened in confusion. "Really?"

"Too hard of a task for you, is it?" I sent him a playful pout.

"Give me five minutes." He yelled, sprinting out of the room.

I looked triumphantly at Oliver, who's jaw hung open.

"I must be a little hard of hearing because I must've missed my thank you." I crossed my arms.

"I didn't ask you to do that." Oliver shrugged looking away with a small blush.

"Alright, well if you don't say thank you," I gave an evil smirk, "I'm telling Victor it's actually your poster and you're just a big fangirl."

"You wouldn't dare," Oliver exclaimed, as Katya clutched at her stomach in a fit of giggles.

"Do you want to find out?" I challenged, crossing my arms in defiance.

"Alright, fine," Oliver backed down in defeat, "Thank you."

He scowled, but that scowl left his face almost immediately as Vincent reappeared next to us, holding the poster.

"Ah there you are," I smiled coyly, batting my eyelashes, "I was beginning to think you got cold feet."

"I hardly think that's possible." He grinned, placing the poster on the table next to me as he leaned on his arm next to me. "Not with a damsel such as yourself."

I grew conscious of how close his body was next to my own, his expensive smelling cologne wafting into my nostrils.

"So how about that note?" Vincent stretched out his palm, motioning for me to place my address into it.

"Well after that display of bravery, how could I not?" I giggled softly, placing the small paper into his hand. "Heroes deserve rewards."

"They certainly do." He gleamed.

Without trying, Vincent's voice remained silky smooth, and closely reminded me of rich dark chocolate. I wasn't one to swoon over a boy for flashing me a smile, but Vincent flashed me those smiles constantly, making it impossible to resist them.

"Vincent, sveety, Y/n still has vork, and you still have practice." Katya snickered.

"Right, sorry." Victor rubbed the nape of his neck as he pulled away. "I'll get going then."

With that, he jogged out of the room, excitedly clutching my address. I could still smell the slight remainder of his cologne, and I took it in with a smile.

I watched Oliver roll open the poster to find the names of all seven teammates' signatures signed with a thick black pen around the poster, and a few sloppy hearts drawn around the edges. He quickly rolled the parchment into his bag, his face contorted with a mix of adoration and disgust.

~~~~

I sat on my bed, sensing the small squeaks of the old springs with every slight movement of my body. Absentmindedly staring out my open window at the stars peppering the night sky, I could feel the warm summer breeze hitting my face every few moments. I could see the dust collecting on my windowsill, even in the dim lighting of a single candle, and made a mental note to wipe it later on. My owl, Mitch, sat perched near the windowsill atop her cage, which was wide open. She looked to be drifting off into a light sleep, as her eyes were shutting for longer and longer amounts of time.

My eyes focused on a dark silhouette of a bird in the distance, outlined starkly by the contrast of the moon. It was flying closer to my window, and the closer it got, the clearer I could make out that it was an owl. To my surprise, it landed right on my window sill. It was a medium-sized owl, with large ear tufts and I could see its white mask and brown stripes elegantly outline its physique in the dim light of the kerosine lamp on my desk. I quietly rose out of my bed and walked over to the envelope the owl held out patiently in its beak. Even it's parchment felt rich to the touch.

To; Miss Y/n Stone

I ripped open the letter excitedly, feeling light flutters in my stomach.

Hello Y/n, I was going to wait a little to owl you, but I just couldn't help owling you now, even if it does come off as annoying. :)

-Yours truly, Vincent F

And thus began my correspondence with the one and only Puddlemere chaser Vincent Ford.