who: Oliver Wood, Percy Weasley when: 17 Monday, 2004 (backdated) where: Kirk's Study what: Alcohol rating: TBD
As a boy, Kirk's study had been a marvelous playground full of curious bits and potions. Many dusty shelves housed many ledgers and upon its own lion-shaped pedestal was the family book of spells. Oliver had spent hours pouring over dusty volumes while his father read, or wrote, or whatever had seemed once so important and inspiring. Like every little boy, Oliver had wanted to be just like his daddy when he grew up.
Today though, the only thing Oliver used his father's desk as was a bar top. The study had become a hideaway from his mother, who since her husband's untimely death had been unable to bring herself past its Celtic engraved threshold.
Which was why he was there that evening. Hiding, waiting for Percy, and playing shuttle puck with a glass of whiskey across the desktop.