WHO: Oliver Wood and Katie Bell WHAT: Oliver needs something to do WHEN: Tuesday afternoon WHERE: the pitch RATING: PG? depends on who grabs him STATUS: Incomplete; WIP
I tried so hard to hate you But it only makes it all worse I only end up hating myself And as my hatred grows So do the lies It's hard to face the truth sometimes Oliver wasn't sure what to do with himself. He was already getting restless because his schedule was disrupted by having to stay at Hogwarts for the week. Sure the match on Sunday had helped get everyone's mind off what had happened with the quarantine, but soon enough it was Monday and things were supposed to continue on as normal for the students. And now it was Tuesday and still they'd heard nothing about the quarantine being lifted by the end of the week.
He decided to keep to himself as much as he could, staying away from Cormac if possible. That was not an easy task since they were both in Gryffindor. He still didn't know what to say to his brother. He wanted to get to know Cormac, to call him brother, but he knew that wouldn't be easy for either of them.
So he thought he'd simply go out to the pitch and fly for a while. It would clear his head - flying always did. He never thought of anything when he was flying, except for how good it felt. And that's exactly what he needed at the moment. No thoughts, just the feel of the wind on his face, his hair blowing around and the ache in his chest lessening as he made circles around the pitch.
Oliver grabbed one of the Nimbus Two Thousands from the broom closet, just off the locker rooms. It wasn't his Firebolt, but it would do in a pinch. He headed out to the pitch, a soft breeze blowing his hair, pulling pieces of it free from it's tie. He didn't care. He just needed to be up in the air. He was just about to mount the broom when he saw someone else come onto the pitch.
I guess I'm not going to get to have that alone time that I wanted so much, Oliver thought as he strode toward the person without a thought about who they could be.