Oliver Wood (flyingnimbus) wrote in irreparable, @ 2010-09-10 12:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | oliver wood, verity |
who: Oliver Wood, Verity Ashford
when: Early Friday morning - 10 September 2004
where: Verity's flat.
what: No more waiting.
The decision was made and Oliver through the floo before he even recognised rational thought. From Glasgow to London, his foyer to her place of work in under ten seconds, calling out, 'Verity? You here?' before consciousness solidified. Before Oliver even confirmed his surroundings.
As with most playoff seasons, this year's was particularly brutal. Though Puddlemere was top of the league, the title could still go to any team. All it took was a single slip up, and with everything else swirling around in confusion, Oliver had thrown himself and his team into a rigorous training program that hardly left time or energy to think, feel or do much else beyond sleep. But this morning, Oliver had managed an extra run, breakfast with his mother, and had even started to read the papers. He had read as much as the headlines before bolting up from the breakfast table without a word to his mother, and rushing out of the house.
There was something he had to do. Right that instant. Be damned romance and perfection. Oliver was running off of adrenaline and his usual over-reacting emotions; Quidditch, the accident and his recent failures had left him a little strung out and he was more today like the out of control spastic teenage Oliver Wood than he had been since graduation.