Oliver Wood (starkeeper) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2012-12-23 09:04:00 |
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After Oliver finished writing with Julie on the network, he realized that the only clothes he had were the ones he came in with. Sure, his Quidditch outfit was spectacular and he looked amazing in it, but it wasn't something you were going to wear out on a date. A Date. Oliver hadn't had a date in a very long time. He never had time for such things, as Quidditch was his life, and the last girl he was with tried to get him to focus on other things, like her. Yes it was nice to focus on her but not when she was pulling him away from what he needed to do. Maybe he could have bent a little more back then, but at the time, he only saw it as a bother. He shook these thoughts out of his head and then made his way out of his apartment and to the closest clothes store he could find. He purchased a pair of Levi jeans, a blue tee, a hooded sweatshirt with a logo on it that read Gap, and a pair of white and blue trainers. He then headed back to his room and went to sleep. His dreams were filled with both his moments before he got taken to this new place, and scenes from comic books past that he had read. Oliver woke up at 4, did some situps, pushups, jumpingjacks, leg squats, ran in place, and then did lunges. That easily killed two hours. He then jumped in the shower, got dressed in his new clothes, brushed his teeth, and then sat on the edge of his bed. The realization of who he was meeting this morning hit him all at once. She was famous! She was from some of the best comics he had ever read! But she was fictional - but she wasn't - and he was fictional - yet he wasn't. He had talked to James Potter. Dead James Potter, who was very much alive and Oliver's age. This place was bleeding crazy. Crazy, but fantastic. He wondered who else he would meet that he never even thought about ever meeting, or ever dreamed was real. At 7:12am Oliver headed out the door and started making his way to Julie's floor. He climbed the stairs easily at first. One floor, five floors, ten... but then he found himself going slower and slower. Perhaps he didn't need to do as many lunges this morning as he had. Perhaps he should have just taken that elevooter, or whatever the hell it was called. By the time he got to Julie's door he was panting and very hot. He knocked six times on the door and then moved himself to stand against a wall in the hallway, and started taking his hoodie off |