RP: Where have all the Patriots gone?
Date: 5th June 2006, early morning Characters: Oliver Wood Location: Flat in Hogsmeade Private/Public: Private Rating: PGish Warnings: None Summary: Oliver is inspired by his country's hero.
The past few days had made Oliver simply painful to be around - not that anyone was around him, but if they were, then they would have found him to be insufferable. The latest decrees from Toadface had his blood boiling constantly. His potions brewing had been affected by his attitude. It was so much so he had to take a break from his work. And as everyone knows, Oliver Wood hates to have his work disturbed, even by his own demons.
Hours ago, Oliver Wood had picked up the very worn copy of Scotland: A Concise History from his bookshelf and had plopped down to read it. He actually had never read it before. It had belonged to his mother, and after she died, Wood had taken it with him.
As the night's hours, Wood found himself completely enthralled in the book. Not so much in the author's writings, which were pretty bland for what should be the greatest story ever told, but what had Oliver's undivided attention were all the notes his mother had written in the book's margins.
He was just about done with the story of William Wallace. He loved that story so much. To be called Guardian of Scotland... How awesome must that be, he thought. The fireplace's light flickered and then danced across the story's final page. At the end of the chapter, his mother had underlined the sentence "William Wallace was a patriot to the end." She had then circled "patriot" several times, drawing arrows from it to the bottom margin, where she had written:
"Where have all the Patriots gone?"
"Indeed," Oliver said out loud, after merlin only knows how much time had passed. The book laid open as he started pacing the room. Umbridge was evil. She was destroying everything they had tried to save. And she had to be stopped. And only a true patriot of Scotland could stop her (Hogsmeade was, after all, in Scotland).
He just had no idea where to begin. But that would be a problem for another day, as at that moment, Wood collapsed into the nothingness of deep sleep.