Who: Oliver Wood and Ginny Weasley When: Saturday Night, Ten o'clock Where: The Leaky What: Drinking. Possibly more. IDK. Rating: IDK Status: In Progress
Three hours after they arrived and the table was covered with empty glasses. Oliver didn't dare stand up, pretty sure he would fall over and bang his head on the stone floor of the pub. Drinking was the only thing keeping him going at this point. He was lonely, hurt, angry and confused about what he was supposed to do with his life. And the people in his life. Person. He was only confused about one person.
Instead of thinking about her, Oliver took another shot and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I think," he said in a very heavy accent, his words slurred together. "I think that you, Miss Weasley, look very pretty tonight. And that Harry Potter is a dumbass for not being with you. I could take advantage of you if I wanted.. and if I could stand."