Oliver Questions the Ministry
Date:Backdated September 22nd
Time Early, early, early morning.
Characters Involved: Oliver Wood and whoever is chosen to answer his mail
Rating: PG unless he doesn't like their answer.
When June had finally come out and said that, yes, she had been hurt, Oliver had dug his pen into the page of his journal. He wasn't a perfect man, and had more than a few prejudices, issues, and flaws in his character. But he was not alright with any abuse of a woman (well, unless she was on an opposing Quidditch team, but that was all done in the name of the game). And of course, June was his mate. And blind. It didn't matter that she was a werewolf. She was a woman, and she deserved respect.
He couldn't respond to her in his journal. He had seen answers spring up from Remus and Snape as well, but couldn't quite get himself to those yet. He was having trouble getting his head around June's information.
"Bloody.." he muttered, picking at the feather on his quill. There was a bit of parchment sticking out of a drawer of his desk and he grabbed at it. He wrote slowly until the end when he let his anger get ahold of himself, and had to cross out a few words. He wanted to go about this the right way.
He folded it into an envelope, staring at it. He was questioning the Ministry, wasn't he? After all the time that he'd been so outspoken for them. He felt a bit betrayed, but... They had to have an answer. That was why Oliver was doing this, anyways. He trusted them to give him a good answer.
He sent his owl out and realized that it was now the 21nd. He needed to get to bed -- he had a Quidditch game to win in the morning.
Quidditch. A much more pleasant thing to wrap his mind around.
Time Early, early, early morning.
Characters Involved: Oliver Wood and whoever is chosen to answer his mail
Rating: PG unless he doesn't like their answer.
When June had finally come out and said that, yes, she had been hurt, Oliver had dug his pen into the page of his journal. He wasn't a perfect man, and had more than a few prejudices, issues, and flaws in his character. But he was not alright with any abuse of a woman (well, unless she was on an opposing Quidditch team, but that was all done in the name of the game). And of course, June was his mate. And blind. It didn't matter that she was a werewolf. She was a woman, and she deserved respect.
He couldn't respond to her in his journal. He had seen answers spring up from Remus and Snape as well, but couldn't quite get himself to those yet. He was having trouble getting his head around June's information.
"Bloody.." he muttered, picking at the feather on his quill. There was a bit of parchment sticking out of a drawer of his desk and he grabbed at it. He wrote slowly until the end when he let his anger get ahold of himself, and had to cross out a few words. He wanted to go about this the right way.
He folded it into an envelope, staring at it. He was questioning the Ministry, wasn't he? After all the time that he'd been so outspoken for them. He felt a bit betrayed, but... They had to have an answer. That was why Oliver was doing this, anyways. He trusted them to give him a good answer.
He sent his owl out and realized that it was now the 21nd. He needed to get to bed -- he had a Quidditch game to win in the morning.
Quidditch. A much more pleasant thing to wrap his mind around.