RP: Enemies? Friends? Frenemies? What now? Who: Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood. When: September 19th. Evening. Where: The Falmouth Falcon's stadium. Near Cornwell. Rating: TBD. Status: Closed. Incomplete. Summary: Oliver reports to his Binder, Marcus. Considering the amount of trouble both men struggle with, they might decide to bury their rivalry for an evening and call for a time out. Between frenemies.
It felt like a punch to the gut the very moment Oliver set foot into the Quidditch stadium. It was the first time since he quit the sport, since he quit the damn National team!, that he came near a Quidditch stadium and in his eagerness to catch a small taste of the sport he loved the most, Oliver had completely neglected the emotional impact.
He froze somewhere halfway down the hallway that led to the Pitch, his eyes burning and a heavy lump in his throat. This was ridiculous. He had faced down Death Eaters, Snatchers and dementors without even batting a lash, but a mere step into a Quidditch stadium was enough to hurt Oliver more deeply than hours of torture could. He bit his bottom lip and slowly counted to ten. This part of his life was over. There was no going back. Forever.
Oliver balled his fists and felt an almost physical longing to play Quidditch again. He'd never expected to miss something stupid like a sport as much as he did right now. And yet, he reminded himself. He was one of the lucky ones. He was free to move around as he pleased, he had a wand and Flint was actually decent company in the few moments they spent together. Which was to say that they had had a complete conversation the last time they met and no bones had been broken on either side. Oliver thought that was a personal record for them.
Oliver sighed, his gaze seeking out Flint on the Pitch. His eyes stung again and Oliver quickly blinked back tears. He wanted to play again so very badly but this was not the issue today. Today, it was Flint who had been screwed over by life. Today gossip had informed the Wizarding world that Marcus was forced to marry Cho Chang. Somehow, Oliver thought, Flint was even more screwed than he was.
With these thoughts in mind, Oliver took a deep breath and stepped onto the Pitch. For the first time in over two years Oliver Wood was home again.