RP: Hogsmeade weekend

[rar_oliver]

Date: 27 April 1999
Characters: Oliver Wood, Ginny Weasley
Location: Vinewood Terrace, Hogsmeade
Status: Private
Summary: Oliver and Ginny have lunch.
Completion: complete

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[rar_ginny]

Ginny walked up the street and tried to get rid of the butterflies that were inhabiting her stomach. She felt a combination of excitement and nervousness. Though there was no need to feel nervous, she couldn't get rid of the feeling.

She and Oliver were becoming friends, and that shouldn't give her the the butterflies at all. Why she had been looking forward to this day for weeks, she didn't care to admit.

Ginny stood outside his door and hesitated before knocking. Then she rapped at his door and inhaled a deep breath. She smoothed a hand through her hair as she waited and hoped she looked okay. Before she could argue with herself for even thinking that, Oliver opened the door.

[rar_oliver]

"Shite," Oliver yelped as he accidentally touched the hot pan when he heard a knock. He was pathetic- jittery to have a friend over. A friend who was also the little sister of other friends. He was getting a headache already.

Casting a quick charm on his hand he raced to the door, throwing it open and smiling at Ginny. "Hey there. Come on in, sorry, I'm a bloody klutz and burned myself."

[rar_ginny]

Oliver opened the door and smiled. She couldn't resist smiling in return. And she wanted to curse because he was more handsome than she remembered.

"Hey," she said, hoping he didn't hear the nervous lilt on her tongue. An expression of concern passed over her face. "You burned yourself? Where?" she asked. I know a few healing charms.

[rar_oliver]

"Oh, just my hand. Already took care of it." He held the door for her and offered to take her coat. "Thanks, though."

"So, the uh, walk okay?" What the hell was that?

"Classes and everything, still treating you fine? I have butterbeer if you want one, or juice, or water, or milk."

[rar_ginny]

Ginny smiled at Oliver. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that we have another thing in common, but I love the fall, too. I love how the weather first starts to get crisp and the leaves begin changing. It makes me want to grab my broom and go flying." She shrugged. "I don't know why I always associate the fall with a feeling of comfort though.

"And I suppose I appreciate the spring when it arrives because everything has felt so cold and dead for too long. When the bulbs start blooming, I feel like I'm reawakening, too." She laughed lightly. "I sound like a bloody love poem."

She took another bite of her sandwich and swallowed. "Anything you're curious to know about me?"

[rar_oliver]

Oliver laughed. "Nothing wrong with that, Ginny."

He sat back in his chair and tapped his chin in thought. There were plenty of things he wanted to know about her, but he didn't think any of them were very smart to ask. "When's your birthday?" he asked suddenly.

[rar_ginny]

Ginny finished her sandwich. "That was very good," she admitted. "You weren't lying when you said you made a mean toasted cheese. Oh, I almost forgot." She shoved her hand into her pants pocket and retrieved a tiny box. With a tap of her wand, the box enlarged. "I brought chocolate chip biscuits. Just in case."

She waited for Oliver to come up with another question, and she admired the warm brown of his eyes. She smiled at him. "August 11th," she answered. "I'll be 18. Hard to believe, isn't it? What about you? When yours?"

[rar_oliver]

"Biscuits. Now you're talking." He smiled and tried to peek inside the box.

18. Merlin, he was old.

"May 17th. I'll be 23."