RP: Checking up Date: May 20, 2006 Characters: Oliver Wood, Hestia Jones Location: Hestia's Werewolf Clinic Private/Public: Private Rating: ?? Warnings: We'll see. Summary: Oliver checks up on an old fling? friend? ... fellow Order Member.
The sun had set and the day had ended. Another experiment of Oliver's had failed. He sighed. His progress on his mastery wasn't coming easy. And lately, he had been enjoying way too much pride and ego to ask Snape for help.
Normally, Wood cleaned his lab up by hand, believing the hard work built perseverance and character. But today, after another loss, he just didn't feel like. After waving and flicking his wand several times, the lab was back in pristine condition.
What to do with the rest of his evening? True, he could go and practice on Hooch's brooms. After his battle with Miles, he knew he needed more practice, and although he had been practicing a lot since the battle of Upper Slaughter, he didn't feel like flying.
Instead, Wood found his legs moving on their own accord as he walked through the Hogwarts' grounds -- the female students thankfully still at dinner. As he walked through Hogsmeade, he saw signs of Umbridge's latest decree. He still didn't understand how she thought she could wield political power, when it was well known that the aurors weren't bound to follow Ogden's orders. But, how things should be rarely manifested in reality.
Seeing the decree, Wood was reminded of someone he knew he should have checked in on long ago.
A few minutes later, he found himself outside a door he hadn't knocked on in ages. Oliver raised his hand then lowered it several times, unsure if he should knock, after all he hadn't made it to Kingsley's funeral.
Sighing, Oliver raised his fist again and knocked soundly on the door.