Oliver D. Wood (quidditchoholic) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-08-06 15:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | - retired: oliver wood, ginny weasley |
Who: Ginny Weasley and Oliver Wood.
What: Ginny catches Oliver in flagranti – browsing parenting advice books!
When: Friday afternoon.
Where: Flourish and Blott's. Diagon Alley.
Warnings: None so far.
Status: In progress.
Truth be told, Oliver was torn between morbid fascination and sheer terror. He was standing in the middle of Flourish and Blott's and for some unknown reason half the wizarding world seemed to have accumulated here in order to witness Oliver Wood failing in his attempt to be inconspicuous. He stuck out among all the witches who were rocking wailing toddlers on their hips, apparently not fazed in the least by the sheer volume emanating from the tiny sets of lungs. Oliver was intimidated. And fighting a headache. Lately he hadn't been sleeping very well.
Oliver rubbed his forehead, as if hoping to rub the dull ache in his head away.
"Can I help you?"
He almost jumped when the saleswitch approached him but quickly caught himself. "I pray to Merlin that you can." Oliver smiled, relief evident in his voice. "I need a book on kids."
"How old?"
Oliver frowned. It was hard to pin that one down as it changed with each year. Personally, when he looked at Angus, Oliver's mind would always supply "young" and leave it at that.
"Well, about..." He held up his hand, indicating the boy's height. "About this old."
The saleswitch frowned, disapproval all but oozing from her. "You don't know how old your son is?"
"He's not my son. He's my nephew." Oliver was quick to clarify but still that didn't appease her. Clearly his effect on the other gender needed some work. Oliver sighed. "Look, Miss. All I'm looking for is a manual."
Her gaze remained stony. "You're looking for a manual for your nephew."
Oliver nodded, getting a bit insecure. "Yes?"
Her frown deepened and she gave him a brisk nod. "Stay here. I'll get you what you need." And with these words the saleswitch left and stormed off into the opposite direction - right into the "mental ailments" section.
Somehow Oliver couldn't fight the feeling that the witch wasn't going to get a book about Angus.