thekept (thekept) wrote in afic, @ 2011-03-20 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: oliver wood, x player: veetee, x player: victoria |
Who: Oliver and Jonathan
Where: Their flat
What: Oliver comes home CELEBRATIN'. And then they fight.
When: Backdated to Saturday after the game.
Rating: Moderate
Oliver didn't think there could have been a better way to spend the day. Oliver was fairly well known for being competitive when it came to Quidditch . He trained hard and he was serious about winning. There were plenty of teams that he disliked. There were plenty of teams he enjoyed trouncing. But after that had happened with Pucey, destroying Falmouth had been particularly rewarding.
While there were plenty of people who had offered to take him out for a drink and plenty of parties to go to this evening, Oliver had opted to go home. He had taken a quick shower, hung up his Quidditch gear, and then pulled his regular clothes back on. Really, the only person he wanted to see at the moment was Jonathan and he had little problem with admitting such a thing.
He apparated home and practically bounded through the front door. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like he'd had so much energy. It had been a long game that was to be sure, and everything ached, but in the way he loved. It was the way that proved that everything was worth it -- and for the first time in weeks, it seemed as something had finally gone right in his life. He had gotten tired of all the drama with the government, and from being branded; he didn't like how anyone who knew was treating him. But, for tonight at least, that was all forgotten.
"Jon," Oliver shouted.