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Gin Weasley (ginnn) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-07-02 00:51:00

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character: ginny weasley, character: oliver wood

RP: Flying Day Out
Who: Oliver Wood and Ginny Weasley
What: Somehow, Ginny is going flying with Oliver Wood and she doesn't quite know how or why but she's not complaining because he's hot.
When: Thursday, July 2nd, AM
Where: Meeting at Finnigan's and then off somewhere.
Rating: SFW

Ginny was up early for once. She went for a run, took a quick shower, threw on basic gear (leggings, a long-sleeve tunic-length t-shirt, and a leather jacket), made herself breakfast and coffee, and then headed downstairs to meet with Oliver outside the Pub. She still couldn't believe she'd sent him a message via journal when she'd had too much wine. Since then she'd asked Jane to take her journal in such instances, but Jane had been enjoying her misery and silliness far too much.

She watched the small crowds trickling through Monument Alley as she waited for Oliver, her broom leaning against the building behind her and her knapsack slung over a shoulder filled with snacks and bottled pumpkin juice and even a bottle of butterbeer for them to share over lunch. Ginny wasn't delusional enough to think Oliver had accepted her invitation out of anything more than old friendship (well, if you could even call having been Housemates 'friendship'), but she'd still stayed up most of the night with nervous butterflies in her stomach over seeing him in person.

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olliewood_
2015-07-06 07:50 pm UTC (link)

Oliver loved any excuse to fly, and even more so helping others with their flying. It reminded him of his Hogwarts days when he'd volunteer with Madam Hooch to train the First Year students with their flying. Honestly, whenever the day came that Oliver would no longer be able to play Quidditch he would instead offer private flying lessons to any and all who asked.

He'd been up for hours, of course, with his usual routine: wake, breakfast, run, post-run-cardio-cool-down, shower, loaf about the flat, and then off to meet up with Ginny. It had been ages since he'd seen the youngest Weasley and was excited to catch up with her and hear about the going-ons in her family.

Walking up Monument Alley with his broom slung lazily over his shoulder, Oliver gave a cheery wave and a shout to Ginny as he came into view.

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ginnn
2015-07-07 06:40 pm UTC (link)

Ginny squinted in the sunlight and waved back to Oliver. Here he was. Quidditch legend, all around nice guy (as far as she could tell), tabloid golden boy. And technically, colleague. Well, sort of. When he reached her she said hello and asked, "So do you have any favorite flying spots? Oh! And thanks for coming, I know it must have seemed an odd request..." She felt her cheeks warm up for a moment but tamped down on her nerves for fear that he'd notice.

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	olliewood_ 2015-07-07 11:47 pm UTC (link)
	"Hey Gin," Oliver grinned ruefully down to the pint-sized ginger, marveling at just how much she looked like her brothers. "So, I was thinking we might use the Puddlemere pitch, as it's open today. You can apparate, right?" He peered up at the sky, wishing for thicker clouds in the chance Ginny preferred to fly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ginnn
2015-07-08 02:39 am UTC (link)

Ginn nodded, "Yeah, I can, though I worry for your safety if I'm found flying in Puddlemere. Gwenog might kick your arse." She gave him a tongue-tipped grin. "But the pitch sounds brilliant," she told him excitedly. Flying on a professional pitch for free with a pro player? Yes. Please.

"See you there, I guess," she said, half asking a question, before closing her eyes and apparating to the middle of the famous stadium with a pop.

Just before he arrived she had a moment to look around and take it all in. She considered the Harpies' pitch her home away from home but the Puddlemere stadium was a place of fantasy when she'd been a kid. Ron had been a ridiculously obsessed fan at times and she'd worshipped her brothers. To be standing here today - even with as many times as she'd been in the staff box since getting a job with the league - nearly took her breath away.

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olliewood_
2015-07-08 03:41 am UTC (link)

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."

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ginnn
2015-07-13 03:59 am UTC (link)

When he spoke, she spun, her cheeks coloring in embarrassment. He'd clearly seen the wonder on her face. "I've been here during matches, of course, but never flown here," sometimes she questioned whether she'd made the right decision going into coaching instead of trying out for a team, moments like this, in fact.

"Thank you," she said sincerely, looking Oliver right in the face, despite her nerves at doing so. Shaking herself slightly, she asked less tensely, "Do you come fly much when you're not on the clock?" She knew Wood practiced a lot - more than a lot of the pros she'd worked with, even - but wondered if he ever just flew for the fun of it anymore.

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