Date: Friday, September 27, 1999
Characters: Oliver Wood, Ginny Weasley
Location: Respective
Status: Private
Summary: Oliver owls Ginny
Completion: Complete
Oliver pulled at his hair again, staring at the piece of blank parchment in front of him. He was officially an arse, that much was plainly obvious. He hadn't owled Ginny since long before the fire, and why? Because he was chicken shite? He'd effectively talked himself out of his crush on her, but that didn't mean he wasn't her friend. Well, he had been her friend. Now he didn't know what he was. Some self interested asshole, probably.
Groaning, he wrote the next thing that came to him and sent off the bloody owl.
Ginny,
I'm a shite friend. I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Hanging in there? You're welcome here anytime. I'm sorry about what happened to your family. I know it's impossibly difficult.
I heard you got a job in Accidental Magic. Congrats. My stupid office was dumber than a rock to not hire you, though. I told my boss as much, if it makes you feel any better.
I miss you. Still friends?
Oliver