Thread: Bellatrix & Oliver.
WHO: Bellatrix Lestrange & Oliver Wood. WHAT: A random run-in that may very well turn ugly. Correction: It just did turn ugly. WHERE: Diagon Alley. Near Quality Quidditch Supplies. WHEN: Backdated to Thursday afternoon. September 16th. RATING: Probably high them being Bellatrix and Oliver. Especially in combination. STATUS: Closed. In progress.
It had been almost two weeks that Oliver had been released from prison and though he was far from free, the fact that his world was no longer confined to a small dirty cell with dementors and mostly his own demons as company, finally showed. With each day the Scot regained a little bit of his former strength. With each day he got the chance to soak up a taste of freedom that was yet fully denied to him and, his mind no longer solely preoccupied with staying as far away from the dementors as possible, Oliver finally had the chance to become aware of a couple of other things. Such as the fact that the world was going to hell and there was nothing he could do about it.
And that's when the anger first came. It grew steadily until now each day he woke and felt like throwing furniture out of his window, just to enjoy the sound of glass breaking. Work-outs helped - truth be told, they were the only thing that kept him from physically attacking each Death Eater he met on sight – but it still wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. Which is where Ronnie Montgomery's idea with the punching bag came in. It was simple and brilliant and a quick trip to Quality Quidditch Supplies and their second hand articles sufficed to turn Oliver into the proud owner of a battered punching bag and a couple of protective bandages to keep him from tearing the skin off his knuckles each time he started boxing. The world was still going down the drain, but at least he had something to work his frustrations out on. At least for the near future.
Clutching the bag with his new possessions in his hand, Oliver quickly turned his back on Quality Quidditch Supplies and stepped out into the street. He could barely wait to get home and get started. There were, after all, a whole lot of frustrations to get out of his system.