|Katie Bell (irish_bell) wrote in eminor_macula,|
@ 2008-06-25 11:25:00
who: Katie Bell & Oliver Wood
where: Gram's, Scotland
when: 22:09, 22 June, 2000
summary: Katie visits Oliver in Scotland to set things straight.
Katie zipped her jumper up to her nose. The fleece immediately warmed her lips and chin but did nothing to save her from the wind. It whipped her hair around her face and stung her cheeks with wintry-kisses, if sharp pokes and prods could be called kisses. It was the middle of June and still Scotland was cold, by no fault of its own, however. The high winds that had been sweeping the country were responsible and though the sun seemed to have pushed back its bedtime, or rather had done away with it completely, Katie felt as if she were in some dark, deep cavern, the wind so crisp and hollowing it could only have come from some ancient, long-undisturbed tomb. She snuggled into her jumper best she could and continued walking.
Oliver's home was just through the trees on the ridge ahead, or so Katie hoped. Her sense of direction had never been very good. It was only last August in fact that she had briefly stopped paying attention to where she was flying and found herself in Tumbridge rather than at her brother's which was usually only a five minute flight from the stadium, not to mention in a completely different state.
Despite Katie's lack of focus, flying did have its major advantages. For instance, one could see where one was going. With the ground bellow it was like looking at a relief map. On the ground however, Katie was so short most small shrubs and ferns were taller than she was. And with tonight's winds, flying was out of the question. After almost being knocked off her broom twice, Katie had made the firm decision to apparate as near to Oliver's as was safe. Drowning in the North Channel wasn't really on her list of goals to accomplish any time soon. Then again, getting lost in a gradually darkening forest didn't sound too appealing either. Talking to Oliver, however, outweighed both.
To say Katie was nervous at the prospect of their meeting would have been a lie. Katie wasn't nervous, she was never nervous. No, Katie Bell was petrified. There was a good chance tonight would be a disappointment, that she would be met with similar rejection to most of Oliver's Owls and their meeting at Diagon Alley. She knew his abruptness came from concerns and experiences she could never understand but Katie just didn't need someone to protect her. She needed someone to support her and laugh with her, kiss her and love her. And with their recent coupling, Katie was convinced that Oliver already did all those things, he just didn't know it yet. And with Katie's own stubbornness, there was a good chance he might understand better after tonight, that things might go very well and it was to that hope Katie clung excitedly. It was difficult to express both emotions at once.
When she reached the top of the barrow, a huge gust of wind was waiting to punch Katie in the stomach. It was disheartening, battling her emotions and the weather simultaneously and she had to nearly shut her eyes in order to see; but there, at the bottom of the hill and just beyond the trees was a beautiful sight. Katie could see the familiar glow of Gram's kitchen windows. There was a welcoming fire on, by the looks of it, and Katie could practically taste cakes and tea on the wind. The sights and smells were so enticing it made her forgot all about feeling hesitant and Katie set off at a bouncing trot down into the clearing. The only thing on her mind as she rapped on the wooden door, its blue woad paint chipping and pealing, was curling up with Oliver in front of the fire and warming each other with casual kisses.