Sometimes Oliver wished he could just pop wherever he wanted to go like he'd been able to before his arrest. However, today was not one of those days. If anything, Oliver yearned for a time turner just so that he could delay the journey there, go back and relive and spend endless hours traveling before he saw Lisa. He was certain that it could have taken him a month to go from Scotland to London and it still wouldn't have been a long enough period of time for him to deal with his problems.
He neared the restaurant and stopped, turning to walk in the opposite direction. He couldn't do this. He couldn't see her. She deserved a nice man - not Aloysius, but certainly not him, either. A nice man would praise Lisa's skills as a pianist and certainly wouldn't have fucked his best friend not even an hour after sending Lisa an owl. He'd been so excited, having Emilie home, having his Gram and Katie there. He'd sent a quick note to Lisa to let her know he hadn't forgotten her, in rush an exhilaration written a daring 'Are we fools?' and then before the night was over he'd gone and fucked it all up all around.
He should have never slept with Katie. He should never have agreed to meet Lisa, and here he was nearly two blocks away from the restaurant. He stopped and lit a fag, turning to glance back in the direction he'd come from. He'd have to cancel their sessions. Yes, he thought and turned back to Lisa. He'd go in, have dinner, tell her this would be their last meeting and then thank George kindly for his offer, but decline, take Emilie and disappear amongst the Muggles and never look back. He'd save Katie, Lisa - everyone - from getting hurt by his stupid decisions and everything would be alright.
He stubbed out his fag and brushed a hand through his hair, straightening to look his best imitation of Pureblooded toff as he entered the restaurant. He looked about for the familiar dark head of curls and frowned when he didn't see her. Of course he'd beat her there. He sighed in frustration before giving his name to the maitre d' and letting himself be seated. He sighed and ran a hand over his face, frustrated and resigned.