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Oliver Wood (die__trying) wrote in snark_n_bark,

While he knew Harry was there, it hadn't really registered with him completely. All he could see, his entire focus, was on the young man standing nervously in front of him.

Almost as nervous as I am, he thought and found himself thanking years of playing professional sport for honing his ability to keep his emotions off his face when necessary. Or most of them, anyway.

"As I said, Faelan," and his heart gave a strange stutter when he said his brother's name, "there's nothing that could have kept me from it. Nothing."

Because he needed it said, now, before any possibility of their last meeting replaying itself, Oliver crossed the small distance between them, his hand outstretched.

He sought out and caught his brother's eyes and his voice lowered to a hoarse almost-whisper. "I'm sorry."