thekept (thekept) wrote in afic, @ 2011-01-16 16:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: oliver wood, character: tracey davis, x player: myriam, x player: veetee |
Who: Oliver and Tracey
Where: Coffee shop in London
What: After Oliver's morning workout
When: Sunday morning
Rating: Low
Oliver was making a conscious effort to keep his schedule as normal as he could. It wasn't exactly easy. He was having a hard time contending with everything that happened. He felt trapped, because he didn't know what to do. Running and practicing and coming home and playing house with Jonathan suddenly wasn't enough to keep his life fulfilling. Every time he looked at a newspaper now, he felt a little sick. Things had certainly been kicked up another notch. Suddenly, he felt as he was a coward. It was certainly an unpleasant feeling. He knew that there had been plenty of people that he had known, gone to school with, who had been branded. There were plenty of people who had attended Hermione's meeting that had been branded. He wondered how close he had come. Not only had he been there, but he was a pureblood. And yet, he was still doing nothing.
He ran far longer than he usual did, until he was out of breath, practically drenched in sweat, and his muscles were aching, but still his head wasn't clear. He had never gotten the moment of clarity that he so depended on. He wasn't quite ready to go home just yet either. Running a hand over his head, he shut his eyes and rested up against the side of a building for a few moments before deciding to head over to a coffee shop that was around the corner. It wouldn't buy him much time, but it would give him a few extra moments where he was outside the flat.
The shop was still relatively empty. He headed up to the counter and ordered something on the menu that wasn't coffee. He didn't know what it was, but he could barely taste the first mouthful anyway. He sipped slowly at it; when he turned around, he was surprised to see a familiar figure sitting at one of the nearby tables. Oliver hesitated for a moment, before making his way over.
"Morning, Tracey," he said with a polite smile.