Oliver felt like shit. There was no other way of putting it. He felt terrible that the fact that he'd dated Gwen meant that Jessica lost her Quidditch team and had a trip to Mungo's. He felt terrible that Gwen was so upset and that she had lost her spot on the National team because of it. And he felt bad that he had been pretty right about how things went down, and yet still would have done the same thing. Because beneath it all, Oliver was trying to grow up. And grown ups talk about things, not sneak around. And he was done with that.
He let himself into Jessica's flat with the key she gave him. Somehow that key felt as intimate as anything he'd ever experienced with someone else. Sure, with Floo he was used to just coming and going into flats of friends for years, but this seemed different.
He walked into her apartment and it was silent. He knew she was home, but she didn't appear anywhere. Furrowing his brow in concerned he called out, "Red? You here, babe?"