Oliver Wood (maps_oliver) wrote in greatergood_rpg, @ 2010-12-20 23:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: oliver wood, character: percy weasley, date: december 2000, place: magical london |
RP: Percy and Oliver II: Cultural Change; Quidditch
Date: December 20, 2000
Characters: Oliver and Percy
Location: Puddlemere United Quidditch Stadium/Pitch
Public./Public: Private
Summary: In their unusual and unique 'cultural exchange', Oliver takes Percy to the Quidditch pitch after practice is over. Yes, he had to drag him from the office. There might have been hitting and screaming, who knows?
Status: incomplete
After practice and everyone had gone home, Oliver decided to take pity on Percy. First it was just to get it over with for the man, then he realized that at least he could just take him to the pitch/stadium, show him around, get on a broom and try to bend his arm to get on one too. It wouldn't hurt him, so where was the harm? Besides the man's defiance of going of course, but that wasn't the point. They'd settled this. He had agreed, even very reluctantly to go and Oliver wasn't letting him out of it. In fact, he was being nice about it!
He actually went to the Ministry of Magic to pick Percy up. He rarely went unless duty called in the name of being Captain of the United. Mangers and agents handled most of that so he didn't have to go often. When he did, he always got the same creepy feeling. It was worse toward with Sam's key now with his. It was like he was harboring a muggle rather than dating one. Dating one he was quite fond of. More than he'd probably admit. To reach a level of accepting a key was new for him, and it was with a muggle, whom most in the building hated. Some wanted them dead. He had shuddered at the thought of them wanting Sam dead and just dragged Percy from his desk without a scene. It was the end of the work day, when everyone else was going home, and really how could Percy say no?
Now they were standing in the lower part of the stands of the stadium, overlooking the pitch. It was beautiful to him - green and big, with the keepers hoops on both sides. His favorite place to be of course. It was perfect to rid his thoughts of the Ministry, Sam and muggles, the key on his key chain and everything else. Right here, right now, nothing mattered but the pitch in front of him and flying. "It's not so bad," he said with a grin. "It could be worse."