Who: Oliver Wood
When: April 5, 2000, dawn
Where: Roughly 60km northeast of Glasgow, his family's lands
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Summary: Oliver deals.

He'd been home (and by home he meant the run-down mill a mile into the woods behind his Gram's; the one painstakingly hidden, warded, charmed and hexed from the outside world) almost forty eight hours and he was sure he had been sleeping a majority of them. He'd had to promise the inn keeper's wife an extra fifteen sickles to get her to agree to healing him without money up front and he'd found her in his room upon his return that night, her fat, little chins the only thing holding her head away from chest.

( She'd healed him -  )

Who: Oliver Wood and Katie Bell
When: April 2, 2000, nightfall
Where: Diagon & Knockturn Alleys
Rating: PG-13 for mild language
Status: In progress
Summary: Oliver Wood is making ends meet when he runs into a familiar face

It was nearly six. There was a time when all the money in the world couldn't have put him in Knockturn Alley after dark - but, that was before the war. As it stood now, the best business came at night and as a government labeled threat, you took business when you saw it and didn't ask questions. Oliver couldn't really describe what it was he did. He got paid to do just about anything anyone asked him to do - deliver a few packages the client couldn't be seen with, the odd job around a manor handling dangerous materials.

( He'd been paid for sex twice... )