Oliver Wood (thepuddlekeeper) wrote in underquarantine, @ 2010-11-07 09:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | oliver wood, penelope clearwater |
WHO: Oliver Wood and Penny Clearwater
WHERE: The Great Hall, The History of Magic classroom and then the Library
WHEN: Sunday morning, 7th November
WHY: Research! And friends reminiscing
RATING: I'm going to say pretty low. Maybe caution for mild language.
STATUS: Closed to all but Penny and Oliver, incomplete
After talking with Penny Clearwater via his magic journal, Oliver grinned. He actually had something to do today and it actually wasn't Quidditch. Well, at least not yet it wasn't. He was looking very forward to spending some time with his friend. They had known each other while at Hogwarts, as they were about the same age. Not too many people were here from his year. In fact, it may have only been he and Penny. He'd always liked her, though he couldn't understand what she ever saw in Percy Weasley. Sure, he was one of his best mates older brother's, but the guy could be quite the sniveling wanker. They were both really super smart though. Maybe that was it?
Oliver took a moment to brush his teeth and run his fingers through his hair. He checked his clothes over quickly, a pair of faded denim jeans, a simple black tee and his worn out blue trainers. After seeing he looked presentable enough, he headed out of the Gryffindor common room and down the many flights of stair to the Great Hall. It was so quiet. So eerily quiet.
His brown eyes quickly glanced around the room and saw that no one had arrived yet. He took a seat at the Ravenclaw table, which was Penny's former house, and took this silent moment to ponder things. It had been close to seven weeks now since his world, everyone's world, had turned completely upsidown. It was still so unfathomable. How could that many people be gone? Where did they go? What was going to happen to the living? Was it perhaps just a delayed action for them? Would they eventually come to the same fate? He hated these alone times. His head was swimming. He hoped that she'd get there soon. Distractions were good these days.