Arran Higgs (silverbroom) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-08-18 18:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: oliver wood, retired character: arran wood |
Who: Arran and Oliver Wood.
What: Arran needs to let the kneazle out of the bag.
Where: Arran's flat.
When: Thursday 18th August, evening.
Warning: Arran is my sweary character.
Arran had been meaning to talk to Oliver for ages, both because he had promised and because he just fucking needed to tell someone. Except, the last three times he'd gone round to Oliver's with the intention of talking about Roger, he'd ended up sprawled on the couch watching TV and eating questionably-healthy versions of foods not on the World Cup diet plan. (One of those times Oliver had been out, but Arran was still counting it as an attempt.) Clearly, it was the television that was at fault - which was why this time Arran had invited Oliver to his.
Oliver had been there for nearly an hour, and all they'd talked about was quidditch. Which was great, because Arran enjoyed talking about quidditch to Oliver more than he did almost anyone else bar Celia, but which wasn't the point. "When Cariad and I broke up," Arran blurted, as Oliver wound down from listing the goal attempts he'd saved from each current chaser of the Ballycastle Bats, "it wasn't exactly because I was spending too much time training." He had never explicitly said it was that, he'd mostly left people to assume whatever. For most people, he figured that was the demands of his career - that was why non-quidditch players broke up with quidditch players, 70 per cent of the time.
"She slept with someone else." Which, on its own, would have been bad enough. Arran had to take a moment to breathe before he could add the rest.