Oliver Wood (oliver_way) wrote in witchway, @ 2008-01-20 19:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | burn the witch, chambers curse, cho, jonas abbott, marriage contract, new year's eve, oliver, quinn, romilda, the gubraithian |
New Year's Eve - Cho and Oliver locked out of the concert
Who: Cho, Oliver, Quinn, someone hiding in the shadows, and Jonas Abbott
Where: Quinn's first concert, the Gubrathian
When: New Year's Eve
What: Cho and Oliver get stuck on a roof at midnight on New Year's Eve, and have to wait until after the concert to be rescued. A lot can happen in an hour. And then Quinn walks in at a critical moment, after which he explains to Cho the real reason he can't be the one to get married and satisfy their marriage contract.
Status: Complete
"I think we finally lost them, Oliver," Cho said as the door to the stairway clanged shut behind them. She turned to face him, slightly out of breath, but smiling. After all, it wasn't his fault exactly that her mission to find her Very Important fiance had been waylaid by a group of rabid Oliver Wood fangirls. They wouldn't have affected her all that much, seeing as how she wasn't the illustrious Oliver Wood and all, but she'd simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. When she saw him cornered, she felt sorry (and maybe even a touch jealous), so she grabbed his hand and ran. Besides, Jonas was probably still busy. It wasn't midnight yet, and he'd only promised to be done working then.
"So, how much do you love me?" she asked, still grinning up at Oliver. "That was fun right?"
Oliver raised an eyebrow and laughed. They were just fans, after all. A mob of them, true, but fans nonetheless. But for some reason, he'd ran when she'd told him to. "Yeah, it kind of was," he said, speaking loudly enough to be heard through the music pounding up from the stage through the roof. He took a deep breath and walked out toward the middle roof, stretching his arms out wide to his sides, searching the sky for the moon but only seeing the lights of London reflected back at the city from the underside of the clouds. "It feels much better up here than down in there. Especially the parts infested by girls who only know what a Quaffle is if I'm holding it."
"A what?" she teased, moving closer to him. "Is that the black ball or the cute one with the wings?"
He pointed at her, raising both eyebrows this time. "Don't you start, too," he said, and walked the rest of the way to the railing around the edge, looking out over the city. "So, the last night of the year. This time next year, we'll be ringing in a new millennium."
A small groan escaped from Cho's lips before she could stop it, and she squeezed her eyes shut. "Don't remind me. I like this millennium." She too moved to the edge of the roof and stood beside him. "I like right now, being here."
He glanced over at her and smiled. "Right now is good." Below them, Quinn and his band came to the crashing end of a song, and the audience thundered its approval, the sound muffled but still powerful. Oliver listened for a moment, trying to make out the words Quinn was saying through the microphone, but he couldn't quite do it. He took another deep breath and then turned to Cho. "So, do you think it's safe out there? It's getting pretty close to midnight."
In lieu of a response, Cho reached for his hand and pulled him back towards the stairway, stopping only when they reached the door. "If I lose you before midnight..." She lifted herself onto the tips of her toes. "Happy new year. I hope it's a good year. I hope you get everything you want." Her smile faded a little as she spoke, so she ended with a kiss on the bridge of his nose. "Freckles," she explained with a shrug as she pulled away.
He closed his eyes as she kissed his nose, and the faintest line appeared between his eyebrows, but as she pulled away he smiled. "What if I want my freckles to disappear?"
"Then I'd like to amend my last statement."
"Too late," he said, tapping her nose with his finger, "but since I hope you get what you want this year, I think they're probably safe."
Cho laughed. "Good. I don't think you'd like me sneaking into your room at night just to paint them back on."
He shook his head. "No," he said with a short laugh, "I'd rather keep my nose paint-free. All right. You'd better find your fiance, and I'd better find my date, or we're both going to be in the doghouse come midnight." He reached for the knob on the door and twisted and pushed on it, but it held firm. "It's stuck," he said, and then tried it again, with no more luck.