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Oliver Wood (olliewood_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Oliver reached forward as though he were going to pinch the tip of Ginny's tongue, halting a few inches from her face and smiling. "Careful now; you'll lose that, and you leave Gwenog to me. I'm sure she'll look the other way for a Weasley." With Ginny's confirmation on her ability to apparate Oliver nodded to her question, turned on his heel and disappeared into nothing.

The weather in Dorset matched that of London: partly sunny and quite warm; Oliver mentally praised himself for wearing his favorite linen pants and cotton t-shirt. A small, pleased smile drifted over his features while looking at Ginny. The Puddlemere pitch had been his home since he was 17, and inevitably Oliver had taken for granted the stadium. Seeing Ginny looking at the pitch with a sense of awe inflated a sense of renewed pride in Oliver.

"Welcome to Puddlemere Pitch."