Questions Keep Coming

[mroliverwood]

Date: November 26th
Time: Mid Afternoon
Place: The Burrow
Characters Involved: Oliver Wood, Wini Wood, Percy Weasley

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[percys_grail]

Percy knew what time to expect Oliver, and so when he heard the knock, he rose from his seat and using his cane, made his way toward the door.

"One moment," he called out, feeling a bit frustrated that he wasn't able to move as quickly as he'd like to and that he had to keep his friend waiting.

Once at the door, he opened it with a smile and a small shrug. "Hello, Oliver." He then looked down at Wini and could see how clingy she had become in light of recent events. He chose to overlook this, and instead simply said. "My word, she's grown since I last saw her!"

[mroliverwood]

Oliver hadn't been expecting to see Percy with a cane, and it took him aback a moment. "Hello, Percy," he said. Wini looked up slowly and took Percy in quickly before pressing her face back against her dad's chest. "Ah, yeah. She's grown up, hasn't she? You haven't seen her for, ah, how long then? About a year, was it?" No. He remembered that they had talked shortly after Ingrid's death -- had Wini been there? Oliver wasn't sure. It had all been a bit of a haze for him. The alcohol, the depression. The first few weeks of being without Ingrid weren't fully there for him to grasp at and remember. He gave a short sigh. "So, are you, ah, doing alright then?"

[percys_grail]

"More or less," Percy said, maintaining his smile despite the memory of their last discussion. Oliver was terribly distraught at the time and didn't know what he was saying , or at least that's what Percy kept reminding himself when the words that stung him before returned to haunt him.

He stepped aside from the doorway to permit Oliver and Wini passage. "Please, come in. We have some tea, if you'd like. And juice." The second option, Percy offered specifically for Wini's benefit, hoping to tempt her with a glass.

[mroliverwood]

"Yeah," Oliver agreed slowly, taking a step into the house. He didn't really want to go into their last meeting anyways. He could only vaguely remember what was spoken, but he knew that he had said something to have kept Percy from contacting him for a long time. "Right, well, thanks," he said, stepping into the house. It was so warm and homey. Oliver had grown up in a much more pristine and prim cottage in Hogsmeade. While his own cottage was not very much like the one he had grown up in, it was no where near as comfortable looking as the Burrow. "Tea'd be great then." Wini stirred a little at the mention of juice, but she didn't even say the word, only pinched at her father's shirt, hoping that he'd go ahead and get some for her. "Yeah, and Wini likes juice, don't you, Win?" But she didn't say anything. "You'll have to tell me how everything happened, you know," said Oliver. He didn't really think that it might pain Percy to talk about it. He wanted to know, and so he'd ask.

[percys_grail]

With a gesture, Percy offered Oliver a seat. "There is apple and grape," he said specifically for Wini's sake. When Percy's mother had heard that Oliver was bringing his little girl, she went out and bought a variety. "Which do you prefer? Or are you a little connoisseur and would like to have a taste of both?"

He smiled fondly at the blond thatch of hair nestled against Oliver's chest. He made his way clumsily to the icebox, speaking as he went. "I'm not terribly sure what transpired exactly. I had volunteered to assist in the battle at Hogwarts and in the midst of the fighting, I was cursed off my broom and sustained injuries upon my leg. I crashed to the ground, but was still in a state of consciousness, for the last vision I remember..." Percy's voice trailed off at this point as he recalled.

[mroliverwood]

Wini looked up at her dad and nodded to him. "She'd like apple, yeah, since you have it," Oliver said. He lifted her out of the baby carrier and set the thing down on the ground carefully once he was sitting, and she made herself comfortable in his lap, relaxing against him with one side of her face pressed against his chest. She was curious about this new place, but didn't want to leave her father's side at all. Oliver gave her blonde hair a little stroke. Percy never had been the handiest on a broom. Oliver could have told him that. He shouldn't have tried it. "Right, well," he said, nodding. "So you crashed at Hogwarts. But how did you manage to get out of the area? I mean, they say that it was just devastated. Everything was supposed to have been ripped to shreds. A lot of people died." That was an understatement.