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[mroliverwood]

Date: November 25th
Time: 'Round Noon
Place: Spinner's End
Characters Involved: Oliver Wood, Wini Wood, Perry Derrick, and any of the other residents
Rating: PG-13 at least, probably.

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[inner_human]

To hell with Perry's pride? To hell with Wood's. At that last command Perry paused to pay Wood a thoughtful glare. He hardly even noticed that Snape had entered the room. He only watched a moment as Snape examined the child and shared awkward words with Wood, and for some reason the sight of the Quidditch player and the rugrat sitting here, in their house, was becoming increasingly annoying.

He nodded to the bag then returned his sharp gaze to Wood. "And you certainly think very highly of her. Is that all your kid's worth to you? Or perhaps you think a bag of money is all you need to settle our differences?"

The heat in Perry's gaze was rising as he warmed to this new material, and his tone along with it. "Why would I give a kneazle's arse about your kid? Just last week I was nothing but a 'mongrel' to you. Just last week the papers were speculating that it was a werewolf that snatched her in the first place. You know how your friend the Ministry is thanking us for finding your spawn? A fucking tag around our necks. And you'll be glad for every night you can sleep knowing I can't walk within a stone's throw of your house without Aurors knowing, won't you?"

The nerve of that self-absorbed twat. Like Perry could take his money, when he was just going to go back home to his old prejudices as if nothing had happened... when he was probably wishing that anyone but Perry had found his stupid brat of a child. Hell, Wood had never even thanked him properly.

As if Perry was going to let Wood believe he was so easily bought.

"Do whatever the hell you want with your money, Wood. I don't want it."

[mroliverwood]

Oliver watched Wini and Snape with caution in his eyes, annoyed that his daughter could be so calm around him.

It wasn't right.

"Glad you think so," Oliver said, more relieved than he cared to admit. He didn't know what he would do if Wini had been damaged. He knew that at the least he wouldn't be able to wait until the Wizengamont took charge of the situation. He would have destroyed the slag himself.

"I haven't called you a mongrel in weeks," Oliver said sharply, standing. This was it. He was going. He had tried to wait around for June, but he wasn't about to try his luck that Perry and Snape would play nice.

"Just shut up, alright? I didn't write that bloody article." He bent down to where Wini was still nibbling at her biscuit. "And of course my daughter is worth more, but I fucking said that I was going to give a thousand galleons to whoever found her. If I don't honor that then I say that I don't honor my daughter. Dump the gold in your fucking backyard, if you want." He was breathing quickly, his brow furrowed dangerously. "I really don't care what you do with it."

"Tell Snape thank you, Win, we're going," he said quickly, picking up her crayons. She gave a small whine, grabbing the picture she had drawn, but he wasn't going to stay. He straped the child carrier on to himself and placed her into it, tossing the rest of her things in the bag.

She dropped the picture, whining again at her father but he just put an arm around her, shushing her lovingly, but determinedly.

"We'll show ourselves out," he said, making his way to the door quickly.