Oliver Wood (puremotion) wrote in contentious, @ 2008-09-15 23:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | george weasley, oliver wood |
WHO: Oliver Wood, George Weasley
WHEN: September 15, 2001, lunch
WHERE: Weasleys', TBA
WHAT: Lunch
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: Oliver's internal monologue is a prone to lots of swear words
STATUS: inComplete
Oliver was still dressed from his meeting with his lawyer - Muggle suit and tie, hair slicked back, face clean shaven. He hated having to see a mate while dressed this way, (he felt like a bloody toff,) but his day was already full, what between the lawyer and dealing with Phillbert later on. He really wasn't looking forward to dealing with Phillbert either. He'd been a twat to break his promise of getting some good press at the gala and Phillbert had every right to hex his bloody privates off, (which he had been threatening to do for about two years now.)
He wasn't much looking forward to lunch with George - of course, he was looking forward to lunch with George, but Oliver really felt ill facing any of his mates just then. Leanne was right, Fred would have told them they were being ridiculous for freaking out over such a thing, but Oliver couldn't help but feel as if he'd... defiled something sacred. Yes, yes. Two to tango, meaningless sex, booty call - he knew this and that is what it had been, but the question was why did he feel so shitty about it? He felt like everyone knew, that everyone knew he'd done something wrong and illicit with the mother of Fred's baby. In the end, Oliver knew that was really what it boiled down to - Oliver had always felt guilty over Fred. He had no reason to, but the sheer fact that he had been there, at the battle, and Fred had died made him feel responsible. He'd always had this personal, unspoken promise to Molly Weasley. If those two were damned and determined to blow themselves up with experiments and creations, the least he could do was not let them get killed in a match. The Battle of Hogwarts hadn't been a match. The twins were grown men and capable of taking care of themselves. Oliver hadn't been responsible for their welfare in years, and never officially, but when it came down to it, Oliver had fucked around and fucked the mother of Fred's child and that just made him feel dirty. What's more? It hadn't even been two days before that he'd done this, and he'd gone and put the moves on his lawyer this morning. Christ, he was a sick son-of-a-bitch.
Oliver stepped into the shop, feeling like a dog with his tail between his legs and hating himself for it. It was fine. There was no reason to feel this way. He'd wanted it. Leanne had wanted it (it, not him.) Caroline was not involved because Oliver and Leanne were not involved. It just wouldn't, wouldn't happen again. He would stick to girls he didn't know from Adam's house cat and everything would be fine.