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I take a deep breath as I prepare myself for this meeting. I have been hired as a healer for Puddlemere United. I knock on the door.
"Morning, Mr. Deverill." I greet.
He barely looks up from his paper and grumbles. "Come in already."
I walk over to his desk and stand opposite of him. "Name?"
I smile politely. "Artemis Davis."
Nodding, he never looks up from his paper.
"Your office will be downstairs. The team captain offered his services to show you around. Said something about knowing you." He grunts.
I gulped, knowing who he was talking about.
"Just go to the pitch. He'll meet you there in ten minutes." I thank him.
"It was nice meeting you again Mr. Deverill." He rolls his eyes. "Just Phil is fine."
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I walk down the hall towards the pitch, looking at all the photos and trophies that dressed the walls.
I am going to miss being a healer at St. Mungos, but I need new scenery. You can only heal so much without it getting to you. Granted the war has been over for a couple of years. Thankfully Potter took care of him.
Before realizing, I found my way to the pitch. I squinted my eyes from the bright sun.
After my eyes adjusted, I looked up at the golden rings.
There on his broom sat, Puddlemere captain, Oliver Wood.