Oliver Wood (die__trying) wrote in snark_n_bark, @ 2009-02-12 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, harry, oliver |
A peck of owls
Characters: Oliver and Harry
Summary: Touching base
Oliver stared at the short missive in front of him and sighed. After nearly a week of trying every place he could think of to find his brother, outside of Haven’s Loft, he’d given it up and sent the boy an owl. He hadn’t expected much of a response, and he wasn’t disappointed.
The owl had returned ten minutes ago with just a few words scrawled on the back of it. “All right. Meet you Monday.”
And that was it.
“Brilliant,” he said into the empty flat.
With at least that much accomplished, he took out a fresh sheet of parchment and bent over it, trying to find the right words. Five minutes later he was staring at the same blank sheet. His quill was on the desk and his hair was sticking straight up from his hand running through it so many times.
There was a reason he played professional sport for a living. He couldn’t write worth a damn.
Hoping that Harry would understand that, he decided to forget any thoughts about the right words, and just settle for the ones he knew to be true.
Dear Harry,
I realise it’s been long, too long, since we last spoke. I hope you’re not thinking that I’ve forgotten or have otherwise decided moving on was better than risking my life.
On the contrary, I’ve done little these past days but think about you.
I haven’t yet spoken to Faelan as my brother is proving difficult to find, but I do have plans to talk to him in a few days time. I hope very much to have a resolution to at least that worry of yours after that meeting.
Hoping all is well with you,
Yours,
Oliver
He debated crossing out the salutation for a full minute before tossing his quill to the desk and rolling up the parchment. “Hell I will cross it out, it’s bloody true.”
Seconds later the parchment was affixed to Rhiannon’s leg and she was out the window.