wood; OLIVER (quidditchary) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-01-21 13:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: oliver wood, location: diagon alley, retired character: charlie weasley |
who ? charlie weasley and oliver wood
when ? future!dated to friday night
where ? the pub, somewhere in diagon alley, probably
what ? THERE IS KISSING IN THIS (you should read it) Spoiler alert: they're still failboats (that are sinking)
status ? complete
After leaving Charlie at St Mungo's on Wednesday, having made sure his friend was okay, of course, Oliver had gone back to practice. These days it was a rare day when he didn't either have a game or practice but at least it meant he always sort of knew where he was at and what he was doing. The Friday night came much sooner than he had anticipated, and it was almost like going through the motions as he planned his evening. Oliver had been out for drinks with Charlie on so many occasions, that he didn't exactly need to pre-plan anything in great detail. Except once Oliver had gotten to the pub, a bit early, and bought himself a pint, he realised that actually, maybe he did need to pre-plan.
The conversation they had had at the hospital had been a bit awkward. Oliver might not have been the greatest friend in the world but even he could tell that not everything was fantastic between them. It was, of course, his fault. Oliver wasn't stupid enough not to realise that. So he also realised that he had to fix it. Oliver tried to think of what he and Charlie talked about before all their meetings seemed to be a bit weird. And the answer was pretty obvious - everything. Oliver had never kept secrets from Charlie, apart from the very obvious and big one regarding how he felt about his best friend. But Oliver doubted that was really a secret, it was more a precaution that he had to take in order to keep his friendship.
So there was Quidditch and dragons and everything in between. Oliver wasn't really sure why he felt nervous. He shouldn't. This was Charlie Weasley, Oliver's best friend of fifteen years. Oliver knew how to talk to Charlie. Or at least, this was what he had decided by the time Charlie arrived.
Offering his best friend a wide smile, Oliver greeted him. "How are all your injuries?" He asked about polite greetings. Not intentionally but really quite obviously, Oliver didn't get up to hug Charlie in greeting like they usually did.