RP: Time for a fly
Date: Tuesday, August 6th, 1999
Characters: Oliver Wood, others?
Location: Hogsmeade
Status: Public
Summary: Oliver heads home after a fly.
Completion: Incomplete
Oliver kicked at a pebble as he strolled, broom over his shoulder, back towards his flat. So he felt a little guilty for making Katie upset. That was to be expected. But Marcus bloody Flint? He wasn't going to go confess his wrongs to Katie when he was involved. Really, her personal life was none of his business. None. Oliver thought of Katie like a little sister, and just didn't want her to end up hurt. She was a big girl, though, and could handle herself accordingly. But holy buggering fuck. Marcus Flint.
Deciding he was just going to be over it and that really, it didn't effect him in the long run, he picked up his stride as he headed out of the park and onto the walkway. His afternoon fly had been a perfect end to today. Not as good as a shag would be, he thought ruefully, but good enough. He wasn't 17- he could go a few months without landing a bird. So what if a couple months turned into a year? He could hang in there. Easy.
Clearing his throat and shaking the thought of birds and shagging out of his head he wondered what everyone was up to lately. He needed to owl George so they could actually get together and not just talk about it, but the longer he waited the less motivated he was to do so. Roger was around, he knew, and Oliver wondered if he might want to grab a drink this weekend or something. Course, he'd probably be shagging some bird. And George would probably be shagging Lee. Awesome.
Characters: Oliver Wood, others?
Location: Hogsmeade
Status: Public
Summary: Oliver heads home after a fly.
Completion: Incomplete
Oliver kicked at a pebble as he strolled, broom over his shoulder, back towards his flat. So he felt a little guilty for making Katie upset. That was to be expected. But Marcus bloody Flint? He wasn't going to go confess his wrongs to Katie when he was involved. Really, her personal life was none of his business. None. Oliver thought of Katie like a little sister, and just didn't want her to end up hurt. She was a big girl, though, and could handle herself accordingly. But holy buggering fuck. Marcus Flint.
Deciding he was just going to be over it and that really, it didn't effect him in the long run, he picked up his stride as he headed out of the park and onto the walkway. His afternoon fly had been a perfect end to today. Not as good as a shag would be, he thought ruefully, but good enough. He wasn't 17- he could go a few months without landing a bird. So what if a couple months turned into a year? He could hang in there. Easy.
Clearing his throat and shaking the thought of birds and shagging out of his head he wondered what everyone was up to lately. He needed to owl George so they could actually get together and not just talk about it, but the longer he waited the less motivated he was to do so. Roger was around, he knew, and Oliver wondered if he might want to grab a drink this weekend or something. Course, he'd probably be shagging some bird. And George would probably be shagging Lee. Awesome.