Who: Katie Bell and Oliver Wood When: Wednesday, February 19th What: Finally speaking - Kinda Where: Puddlemere Facilities/Dinner Status: In-Progress Rating: Low - Language
Practice had been shite. It'd been shite for over a week now and she was tired of it. She was also tired of changing in the loo because she was so bloody embarrassed about what had happened with Oliver. It was just a second. He couldn't have seen much and besides, it's not like he ever thought about it. It really shouldn't be this big of a deal. Resting her head against the door, she let out a frustrated sigh. She could barely look at him and when she did, her face turned red, her eyes quickly found another target and she hurried in the opposite direction. To say that this was causing problems was an understatement. She'd been off in the air and had been outscored by a bloody reserve. They needed to fix this. Except, it didn't seem like either of them were able too... "Bollocks," she muttered, banging her head softly against the door.
She'd tried to figure out what was really bothering her and she didn't like the answers she'd come up with. If she just ignored him... maybe they'd never be friends again. The problem was that she didn't so much mind him seeing her naked... it was that she wouldn't mind it happening again and in less than friendly terms and that was completely out of the question. Oliver and Katie had been friends for far too long. They weren't as close as she and George but he didn't know more about her than most people and she couldn't even begin to imagine that he'd be interested in something... more. Pushing the door open, she rubbed her forehead, looking around the corner. She had, after all, learned her lesson. The last thing she needed was to see Oliver naked. Though, she couldn't say that she hadn't pictured it a time or two.
Ducking into the locker room, trying to avoid staring at his naked back, she hurried to her locker and shoved her kit in her locker. She was sufficiently covered in a hoodie and jeans. It'd be easy to just walk out the door and not say anything. However, she glanced through the holes of her door, biting her bottom lip as she watched him. With an exasperated sigh and a frustrated groan, she slammed the door and walked over, avoiding anything that might cause embarrassment.
"Hey," she said, sitting down, straddling the bench in front of his locker. "Want to grab a bite of dinner?" Try to get things back to normal. Dinner was normal. Of course, that was before he'd seen all of her.