#Percy thinks Oliver shouldn’t be with him

[winn-wynn]

Trick or Treat!

Hello! Hi !!! :)

Here’s another angsty lil thing I have

Oliver looks radient in the moonlight, riding his broomstick and being in his element of flight, nothing holding him back while he’s in the air.

Percy looked up at him, then down at where he stood off field. Percy made a decision right then and there. He wouldn’t be the one who chained him down, and held him back. He wouldn’t be the one to anchor him down and clip his wings.

Oliver deserves to fly, and be free. Not bounded to Percy.

What could a flightless man like Percy do help him soar and reach new heights when he was too afraid to make the leap?

[stephofromcabin12]

I didn’t know that canonically Dionysus sometimes gets loose and presumably that’s when he has his kids. I always read it as his exile to camp was relatively “recent” in terms of him probably having been grounded in the like. Last few years before the story picks up. I had always assumed his current kids were born before that and so that also helps account for their low numbers (before Rick specified his stance on two being the best number of children or whatever that quote was from TOA)

Well, like most things we learn about Mr D in the books, it’s pretty subtle and mentioned like twice (bc Rick loves to torture me by adding lore and then not developing it further)

Before we look at that, we have to establish that, yes, his punishment seems to be recent. He’s given 100 years to be at camp, and in TLO he explains to Percy that Zeus cut his probation in half, leaving him with 50 years. Which would mean he had just begun his sentence in The Lightning Thief.

“[…] Zeus has cut my probation at that miserable camp in half. I now have only fifty years left instead of one hundred.” (The Last Olympian, p. 343)

But even so, there are a couple of ways he could have snuck out and had some kids.

Firstly, there’s the fact that the gods can be in multiple places at once, as explained by the wine dude himself in The Last Olympian:

“Your concern is touching. I did crash-land. Very painfully. {note: The gods feel pain…Interesting} In fact, part of me is still buried under a hundred feet of rubble in an abandoned coal mine. It will be several more hours before I have the strength to mend. But in the meantime, part of my conciousness is here […] Wherever there is a party, my prescence is invoked. Because of this, I can exist in many different places at once […]”

(The last Olympian, p. 266)

If we assume that gods at their full strength can exist more physically in multiple places, by dividing their “essence” or whatever, we can assume Dionysus would be able to sneak out by being present— seemingly automatically— wherever a party is happening.

It’s pretty much assumed (by me, I don’t think anyone else thinks about his exact whereabouts as much as I do lol) that he does this, or something else, because he is not gone very long in BOTL and TLO, and yet, in The Blood of Olympus, Dakota is seen talking to multiple Dionysus kids, which shouldn’t be possible, since yk. Pollux is the only camper (and should be in college by now but whatever, maybe he came back anyway or took a gap year, who knows) and even if he did take advantage of being away from camp in BOTL and TLO, his kids would be like, 2-3 at most and therefore not old enough to fight (I would certainly hope, although toddlers turning their enemies frantic and crazed is kinda metal ngl) So he must have had more kids before that….Or Rick forgot he killed Castor, which is hilariously possible.

“[…] Dakota shared Kool-Aid with the kids from the Dionysus cabin […]” (The Blood Of Olympus, p. 474)

(Stephanie Olive Overbaum canon confirmed. Its the only possible explanation lmao. If you have a Dio kid OC, you can’t prove they weren’t there. Huge win for the cabin 12 kids lmao)

So, he probably didn’t take advantage of his time away, if he did we wouldn’t know for another couple books, and Rick seems to have lost interest in ever elaborating on his character so we’ll probably never know.

Besides the splitting himself up theory, we have the possibility of him simply leaving lol.

He’s stuck at camp, yes, but the interesting thing is that he seems to be barred from entering Olympus, not so much that he’s barred from going anywhere else. He does leave camp in The Titan’s curse, seemingly without issues. Again, he could have split himself up, but since he’s able to make vines grow and all that, I’m assuming he was physically present. And he mentions paperwork in The Lightning Thief, if I remember correctly, so we can assume he has to file a report everytime he leaves his station to make sure he had a good enough reason to leave (Like a camper sneaking out, for example)

I don’t know how he would get around that one, but he’s sneaky, so I wouldn’t put it past him to sneak out and pretend to be doing something more important.

Of course, there are lines here and there suggesting he does leave every so often.

Ahem:

“As for Seymour, Mr D liberated him from a long island garage sale […]” (The Lost Hero, p. 88)

He couldn’t really have gone to a garage sale without leaving, again, yes he could have split himself up but that’s so easy and boring so I prefer to think he just fucks off and takes a day off here and there. It is a Long Island garage sale, so it’s not like he went far. Even funnier, we can imagine the camp went on another field trip and he came along, finding the garage sale along the way.

“[…] Our camp director, Dionysus, was recalled […]” (The Lost Hero, p. 20)

Ah yes, the recalled era. In HOO Mr D is not present, having been recalled to Olympus.

Technically, we don’t know where Mr D went in the time he was recalled, since we don’t know how exactly that period of time worked for the gods. We know they had no means of communicating, and that Zeus forbid the gods from seeking out their kids.

Even so, Aphrodite sneaks out and meets up with Piper. Athena/Minerva is out and about. Lots of the gods don’t hang around on Olympus the entire time. We’ve established Mr D is A. Sneaky (sneaks up on Percy more than once) and B. Doesn’t give any fucks that Zeus has told him to stay at camp (Garage sale) so I don’t think it’s unfair to assume he dipped and shrugged to Zeus like “I can’t help that I go where parties to🤷🏻‍♂️”

“Yeah but the gods had the headache thing going on, so he probably didn’t want to go anywhere”

I hear you say and you’re right BUT!

In between The Blood Of Olympus and The Tower Of Nero, we have zero clue where Dionysus is, and what he’s up to. Like nothing. We don’t even talk about it. He’s just GONE.

“After the fight with Gaea, I thought Mr. D might return to camp, but he never did. I hope he’s alright.” (The Hidden Oracle, p. 129)

And then in The Tower Of Nero he shows up and nobody discusses where he went.

Can you tell I’m peeved? I’m peeved. Where the fuck was he, Rick?

I don’t even have a quote to show you because no one mentions it.

Hmpf. Anyway. Then we have the interesting tidbit that Dionysus thinks two is the perfect number of children, although it’s important to keep in mind that he thinks this after staying with the twins, which would’ve had to have happened before The Lightning Thief, when he’s already at camp.

So, perhaps in the time of him staying at camp, he simply doesn’t have any more kids, since he doesn’t want to be further outnumbered. (*In canon, in fanfiction anything is possible)

I can imagine a lot of the gods deciding to cut down on their amount of kids if they had to help raise them for a bit lol so that’s actually fair.

Anywho….I forget what we were talking about.

He probably just sneaks out or splits himself up lol

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2023: Day 28 - Which Way Now?

Lost in the Fog:

The Island of Sodor was hosting a visitor from the Other Railway. The visitor was a large, impressive tank engine who was helping out on Thomas’ branchline.

“I do love getting to pull trucks again,” the engine said cheerfully to Percy. “We don’t to pull trucks on my heritage railway.” “They might be fun, but you do have to be careful,” warned Percy. “Some trucks can be troublesome.” The engine chuckled. “Don’t worry about me, Percy – I’ll be fine!” Percy was doubtful. And yet, to his amazement, the visitor managed the trucks well. The trucks came along quietly, distracted from misbehaving by the songs the engine sang to them.

The visitor really did brighten up the yard every time they passed through. “Did you need a hand?” he offered to Toby as the old tram struggled with a long line of empty ballast trucks heading back for the Little Western. “That would be great,” grinned Toby. “Thank you.” With the visitor’s help, they managed the run in half the time it usually took – and better yet, his sing-a-longs kept the trucks from acting up.

“You really have a knack with the trucks,” mused Duck, watching in amazement as the big engine shunted them into their proper places. “I’m impressed.” “Thank you!” the visitor said. “That’s too kind!”

The visitor grew to be popular amongst all the engines. The speed and dedication they brought to every train won over even the gruffest of trucks and engines alike – not even James could think of a bad word!

Everyone was sad when it came time for the visiting engine to return back to their heritage railway. “Safe travels!” called Percy. “Don’t get lost!” warned Oliver. “Lost?” quizzed the engine. “That isn’t likely, is it?” “Well… no – but sometimes the signalman near Killdane nods off. Make sure you whistle to alert him to your presence.” The engine smiled. “Thanks for the advice, I’ll keep it in mind!” And with that, the engine set off into the setting sun.

Things went well at first – but then night fell. With it came the mist. The mist rose up out of every crevice, seemingly rising up out of the ground itself, swirling around and blanketing everything it touched in an impenetrable wall of grey.

The visitor peered into the darkness, trying to see which town they were passing through. The station signs were obscured – several station lamps flickered and died and a chill danced in the air, winding around the visitor and doing its best to freeze their boiler into ice. The visitor still battled onwards.

“We can’t stop here…” they said, narrowing their eyes to try and spot a familiar shape. “It’s the middle of the mainline. No trains can stop here.” “Then which way now?” asked the engine’s driver. The answer lay just up ahead, where a signal light shone green, piercing sharply through the mist to illuminate the world around it.

“Someone must be expecting us,” hummed the driver. “That’s good!” A station platform appeared on the engine’s left, and they slowed to a stop, waiting for some sort of instructions on where to go. The driver and fireman looked back, and then the driver groaned.

“That stupid signalman! Come on, you need to go remind him that he needs to drop the signal back to red.” “And you?” “I’ll go find us some hot coffee in the station house. This seems like a big station – there’s got to be someone around.” The two left their engine sizzling nicely under the station canopy, heading off to complete their respective tasks.

Normally, this would have been fine – and had the engine been anywhere else, this would have been a routine stop. But the name of the station illuminated by a flickering station lamp was Killdane. “Um… shouldn’t we whistle?” asked the engine. But his crew had already left.

The engine’s eyes darted around. Something felt off about this station. It wasn’t the electric wires running above the tracks, nor was it the eerily still lines of coaches and trucks in the sidings. No, there was something else. Maybe… the second set of points that felt like they shouldn’t be there?

“Oh, why hello there,” grinned a deep, almost gravelly voice from behind the engine. “Um… hello?” The visitor had never heard that voice before. There was no face to put to the sound – this voice was completely new, and it scared them slightly. “What’re you doing on our line?” “I’m waiting to continue on,” the engine replied firmly. “We’ll take you,” the voice replied. Before the engine could question that, they were buffered roughly from behind. There was the deep, almost howling honk of a diesel horn, and the engine was suddenly being shoved forwards, out of the station.

“Hey! You can’t do this! Stop! Stop! Driver!” The visiting engine’s driver sprinted onto the platform, just in time to see the shape of a long train of scrap leave the platform where their engine had previously stood.

The engine tried to apply their brakes – but they couldn’t. They tried to call out for help – but no one answered.

The diesel pushed the poor engine down a long, overgrown path that led down through a bricked path between rows of town houses. The mist was even thicker down here, engulfing the poor engine and making it almost impossible to see what was ahead.

At least, until the mist began to clear around a large industrial estate, littered with the rusting remains of engines. “Oi! You can’t do this!” shouted the engine. “I’m preserved! Preserved!” “No one will come looking here,” sneered the diesel, shunting the engine into a shed. “Your crew can’t save you now, steam kettle.”

The steam engine sat, cold and alone, in the shed. Ahead of them, a pair of massive sliding steel doors were clamped tightly shut. Suddenly, the engine felt a jolt. The scrap trucks had been shoved behind them.

Two identical diesels in grimy green paintwork with wasp stripes oiled up on either side of the visitor. “This time, there’s no escape,” one sneered. The other just shot the poor visitor an unidentifiable look.

The two rumbled backwards again – and then the engine felt another jolt, and they all began to roll forwards. The giant steel doors groaned open, revealing a room bathed in red. Molten slag bubbled on either side of the track, and a giant claw loomed overhead.

“This engine’s not for scrapping!” begged the engine. “I just want to go home!” The claw didn’t stop its descent, lowering down, down, down…

With a sickening crunch, it ripped into the visitor’s boiler, lifting the engine up into the air, and dragging it over to the molten slag.

“Just another poor soul, gone to meet its maker,” sneered Arry. Bert didn’t reply. He just silently rumbled away, a goal set in his mind.

This time, Arry wouldn’t get away.

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[liiilyevans]

WIP Snippet Shares

Thank you @practicecourts for the tag! I'm working on a few oneshots, challenges, and one multichapter fic right now.

Invisible String

“You know French, yes?” she said.  “Oui,” Bill answered cheekily.  Fleur rolled her eyes, but he saw the corners of her lips tug upwards. A good sign.  “You will teach me English then.” He was sure she met it as a question, but that was not how it came out. After glancing up and down at her, Bill realized that she was very sure of his answer — yes. Normally, he would have agreed to teach her, but the Order and his family had monopolized his time recently. Though the goblins hadn’t noticed, it was starting to effect his work. Adding English lessons onto his plate would not lighten that load.  “Fleur.” He interlaced his fingers and leaned forward. “I don’t think I’m the right person to teach you.” 

Run

“You going to tell me what I did, or am I going to have to guess?” he asked. “It’s not you, Oliver.” Her tone was so despondent, so unlike Angelina, that it gave Oliver pause. He studied her for a moment, watched as she turned toward the fridge, and noticed the slight puffiness of her eyes. Ah. He could guess what had caused that. Oliver crossed his arms. “What’d he do this time, then?”

Question . . .?

When she landed, Bill was waiting for her on the back porch. It still surprised her to see the deep scars running across her oldest brother’s face. In her mind, Bill was still the cool rebel brother who went to Egypt to break curses. But he was a father and husband now, which was still hard for her to fathom. She still admired his fang earring though. Out of all of her brothers, Bill’s opinion mattered most to her. Ron could hate her, George could scream at her, Charlie could berate her choices, and Percy could abandon her, but all of that paled in comparison to Bill’s disapproval. Ginny squared her shoulders in defense as she ascended the steps.  Bill simply offered her the jacket she’d left behind earlier.  Quietly, Ginny slipped it on.  “Where is he?” Bill asked, his gaze locked on the horizon.  “At Fred’s grave,” Ginny answered softly as she buttoned up her coat.  “You shouldn’t indulgence him like you do,” Bill said. “He’s got to learn to deal with his grief on his own.” 

Tagging: @annabtg @alohaemora @sirenicc @thejilyship @siriuslychessi @theroomofreq

[cogentranting]

Ranking 50 Disney Dogs pt1

Ranking all (ish) the dogs from Disney according to a very scientific process averaging scores on Design (how much I like the character design) Breed Alignment (how much they look like the breed they’re going for.. or just how much like a dog), Personality (how I much I like them as a character) and if applicable , voice acting (how much I like the vocal performance.  [Disney Animation theatrical releases only-- no Pixar, no straight to home video, no partially live action] 

50. Hunting Dogs- Bambi It’s important to remember on this list that there are no bad dogs. Just because they’re at the bottom of the list doesn’t mean they’re bad! Except for these dogs. (that front one was definitely kicked in the head by an elk). 

49. Town Dogs- The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad See? these dogs would never try to murder anyone. 

48. Broomdog- Alice in Wonderland Unsettling! Just as Lewis Carroll intended!

47. Obby- Atlantis I googled “Disney Atlantis dog” (which is my MO for if I don’t remember if a movie has a dog) and this came up. He shouldn’t be here for a number of reasons-- he’s “not” a “dog”; he’s from a straight to dvd sequel; he’s an ‘”affront to God”--  but we’re ranking him anyway. 

46. Dog Announcer- Chicken Little They managed to perfectly achieve the most generic dog I can think of (anthropomorphized) 

45. Labrador- One Hundred and One Dalmatians They managed to perfectly achieve the most generic dog I can think of (realistic) 

44. Rusty- Home on the Range Honestly he’s mainly this low because I don’t remember this movie except for a vague dislike. 

43. Buster- Meet the Robinsons My positive feelings about his glasses are warring with my reaction against his eyebrows which I legitimately had to check to make sure someone hadn’t edited them on in this picture. 

42. Otto- Robin Hood He has a nice face but it’s time we addressed the elephant in the room:  most animals in this movie are fully dressed and Otto is wearing only an apron

41. Stella- The Princess and the Frog Is this the best picture I could find of her? No. But consider: it’s not the worst. 

40. Tiger Talbot- The Sword in the Stone  Mastiffs! How royal. 

39. Cerberus- Hercules The ratio of teeth to mouth just feels off. But. Stylized! Fun! 

38. Cerberus- Encanto in a tie between Cerberi, we love the gold accents. 

37. Talyllyn- The Black Cauldron Fun twist: this dog’s evil and lives among the undead! Hurray! Dogs supporting necromancy!

36. Sultan- Beauty and the Beast He could take Talyllyn in a fight. 

35. Bull- Lady and the Tramp The real Bull is a perfectly fine character and a perfectly fine character design but honestly just kinda boring so instead enjoy this melting plush version of him from an ebay listing. 

34. Collie- One Hundred and One Dalmatians He has barely anything that qualifies as eyes (but a lot of eyelid) and I adore that. And the noble FLOOF. 

33. Lucky- One Hundred and One Dalmatians a puppy!

32. Penny- One Hundred and One Dalmatians another puppy!

31. Bruno-Cinderella He has an abundance of leg.  Look at that model pose. 

30. Legend- Strange World Disregard the advertising, it’s just the best picture I could find since as of posting this, the movie is still only in theaters. I have not seen this movie but Legend is cute and only has three legs and I would very much like to cuddle him. 

29. Rolly- One Hundred and One Dalmatians What would you do if I just ranked all 101 separately? Anyway, Rolly gains points over Lucky and Penny for having a personality I remember, but doesn’t rank higher because that personality is just “likes to eat” 

28. Percy- Pocahontas Percy’s design has a lot of personality. Is a personality we like? ... less certain. But there’s a lot of character. 

27. Patch- One Hundred and One Dalmatians There’s a reason he got his own movie: he has a design that’s distinct enough to be marketable star power!

26. Einstein- Oliver and Company Is he the most famous cartoon Great Dane? No. But would he beat Scooby Doo at the AKC National Dog Show? Without a doubt.  Link to Part 2- the top 25!

[anxious-alien-overlord]

Here I am posting twice in one day! Oops! 🤪

So I need to get something off my chest, I’m pretty forgiving when it comes to book to movie adaptations, because I get that movies and books are different medias and all that jazz which is why there are only 3 movies that I don’t like which are based on books.

1. Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children

For context here, here is a lovely work of art that is not mine and all credit should go to whoever made this, that shows how the characters are in the book.

Now you might saying “But oh! Olive has the fire powers not Emma.” And there you would be wrong, and no Olive doesn’t get with Enoch they didn’t switch that, Olive was a little girl in the books. Anyway all I want to say is there could have been more adapted and these books really don’t lend themselves to a sort of family friendly kids movie adaptation because..

The fucking Hollowgasts are brutal, Jacob nearly gets pushed off of a roof by his “friend,” Enoch’s ability was not just animating dead things like a puppet they actually came back and were super terrifying, and the reason why they keep Victors body is a little more morbid. All I am saying is that this book was a lot more mature and could have been easily adapted for older audiences.

2. The BFG

Now I love the BFG, as in the book, I think it’s cute it’s funny and it has a pretty straightforward story. I didn’t like the movie. The only thing that irks me is I don’t really know why? It seems pretty faithful to the book and while there are certain things I don’t like, like how in the movie it’s implied that the BFG had a few other kids live with him before Sophie came along which isn’t right, I don’t really know why I dislike it so much. Maybe I just do, and that’s okay. Maybe I’ll watch it again and get back to you.

3. Percy Jackson and The Lightening Thief

Okay maybe this one is a little obvious because a lot of people hate this movie but I don’t necessarily hate it? I just dislike it. There are a few things it gets right, and a lot it gets wrong, and the aging up of Percy Jackson I think is okay but it would have been better if he was 12 like in the book. You get more of sense of “this kid shouldn’t be doing this” then you do with the practically adult actors in the movie. Also Percy, Annabeth, and Grover go through a lot of bullshit and Percy talks to a whole ass zebra in the book. So yeah I would have liked to see that.

[mirrorofliterature]

to me, percy weasley is one of the most interesting characters in harry potter.

which shouldn’t be a surprise, sure, as he is one of my favourite characters, but -

he did not fall in line with the rest of his family and he is a character whose true characterisation, whose true self, shines when you reject his lousy creator’s poor portrayal of him, because as much as she likes to think otherwise, she thinks in black and white. her bias shines clear, and it is not good bias. she associates motherhood with purity, but femininity with impurity and frivolity. she sees family as a one way track. anyway -

percy weasley is grey, complex, and simply fascinating to unpack. oliver wood complements him well as a romantic partner (supportive, similarly passionate, similarly socially awkward but so devoted, so loyal).

I promote the headcanon (reality, if you ask me), that percy thinks in grey and nuance whilst simultaneously headcanoning him as autistic because those two things are far from mutually exclusive. percy is autistic coded, and I just think it’s neat, but also - I think he sees nuance really well, and that’s probably why I don’t often gel with his characterisation in fic, where he is portrayed as two-dimensional, flat, a ministry lover with no independent thought.

percy is full of independent thought, as evident by his breaking away from his family and distrusting dumbledore after decades of lavish praise. saying he was mindlessly loyal to the ministry is disloyal to his character and far less interesting.

one of percy weasley’s key traits is intelligence, and I wish more people would let that shine instead of pushing him into one category or the other, into ‘misunderstood boy under the imperius who has never done anything wrong ever!’ and ‘evil. personification of the evil. we all hate this weasley!’

nuance is neat.

[hchollym]

Everyone always has ideas about Percy almost being put in another house and asking/begging to be in Gryffindor instead but I’ve always liked it being more of the opposite.

Percy being perfect for Gryffindor but he doesn’t see it. He’d much rather be in another house, probably Ravenclaw, maybe Hufflepuff. Why? Because he knows he’s not like the rest of his family. He knows he’s not what you’d expect of a Gryffindor. He knows he’ll probably be bullied and teased.

But if he’s in another house like Ravenclaw? Sure people would be surprised at first but soon enough it’ll make sense, he’s always the odd Weasley out so of course he’s in another house. At least it’s not Slytherin people would say.

I fully believe Percy would get into an argument with the hat and have a list of reasons why he shouldn’t be in Gryffindor, not realizing that while he would fit in all other houses what he’s doing is why he’s a Gryffindor.

Just, something about being proud of your accomplishments and being ambitious constantly being seen as not Gryffindor gets me upset so I’ve decided hey what if all of that tied in with his personality is why he’s a Gryffindor. (People never doubt Hermione and yet she and him are rather alike)

Hmm, this is interesting. I said in this post that out of all the Houses, Percy has the most characteristics (good and bad) of Gryffindor, but I've never considered the idea that Percy wanted to be in another House.

It's certainly possible, though I do think Percy had some insecurities about not being like the rest of his family, so I personally believe he would have preferred to stay in Gryffindor. He may not have felt like he belonged, but I don't necessarily think he wanted to go somewhere else.

Regardless, I definitely think you're right about the personality traits of Gryffindors. Gryffindors are arrogant (it's one of their most common characteristics), so being proud of your accomplishments 100% fits with that. Most of the Gryffindor characters we see are arrogant - the only difference is that Percy brags about his academic and career accomplishments instead of things like Quidditch or beating someone else (in an argument, fight, with a hex, etc.).

As for ambition, many of the Gryffindor students (past and present) were ambitious in some way or another, so it's ridiculous how much s^&t Percy gets for it. Fred & George were preparing to open their own business before they even graduated, Oliver was attempting to be a professional Quidditch player, Dumbledore was preparing to take over the world (literally - see his interactions with Gellert), etc. How is Percy wanting a decent career un-Gryffindor-like? 🙄

So yes, Percy definitely has the characteristics of being a Gryffindor, and anyone who doesn't see that wasn't really paying attention.

Thanks for the comment! 😊

[knuffled]

not so bad - chapter 3

hope y’all like the chapter! reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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Sally’s was an old haunt for the East Summers women’s soccer team. At least once a month, the entire team would swarm inside after practice, ordering ten whole pizzas at a time. Annabeth felt like she knew the place by heart: the squeak of the peeling linoleum floor under her Converses, the smell of melting mozzarella and tomatoes, and the crackle of old Italian crooners playing over the speakers inside. On more than one occasion, the team would burst into a rousing rendition of “New York, New York” because it was the only song they recognized. It was in those moments when Annabeth would smile and sing along that she was reminded life didn’t incessantly suck all the time.

The team piled in after a particularly rough scrimmage they had against their rivals. The bruises on Annabeth’s calves told a miserable tale. She always hated playing them because of how their defenders seemed to enjoy hacking away at anything that moved. They were clever about it too, making sure the ref wasn’t looking so they wouldn’t draw fouls. She found herself rubbing at the bruises in a futile attempt to ease the pain, a grimace on her face.

Once everyone was seated, Annabeth stood up with a groan and addressed the group. “Alright, we’re getting the standard four cheese, two pepperoni, two sausage and olive, and two jalapeño and pineapple for those of us with good taste. Sound good?”

Her pineapple comment drew a couple eye rolls, but they all knew better than to shit talk pineapple as a pizza topping in her presence. The pizzeria was more crowded than usual so they had to wait for a waiter to come take their order, but a few minutes later someone stopped by.

“Sorry about that. Little busier tonight than usual. Now, what’ll you be having?”

Annabeth turned to look and realized it was Percy. Her throat went a little dry at the sight of him. He was wearing a black shirt beneath a navy apron with the pizzeria’s logo and a pair of blue jeans. His arrival killed off all conversation as everyone stared at him uneasily. If the attention bothered him, Percy didn’t show it. Instead, he was focused on Annabeth.

It took a second for Annabeth to regain her wits and tell him their order. Percy jotted it down on his notepad and made for the kitchen. Once he was gone, the atmosphere amongst the team thawed, and a few of the girls giggled nervously.

“Holy shit, that was Percy Jackson, right?”

“He works here now?”

“He scares the shit out of me.”

“Honestly? I think he’s kinda hot.”

The last comment caught everyone’s attention, including Annabeth’s. It was a sophomore named Ellie, and she went beet red at the sudden scrutiny.

“You’re insane, Ellie,” Melanie said, scoffing. “A guy like that is trouble.”

“Yeah, definitely the type to beat his girlfriend.”

Annabeth found her hands balling into fists at that comment, but she held her tongue.

Ellie must have felt the need to defend herself because she said, “C’mon, none of you are into that whole brooding, sexy bad boy thing he’s got going on?”

That got a few reluctant chimes of agreement, but Annabeth felt uncomfortable with the whole conversation. She stood up under the pretense of going to the bathroom and locked herself inside for a while. Honestly, she shouldn’t have been as bothered by her teammates comments as she was, but after Percy’s help at the party she couldn’t just sit there and listen. Annabeth kind of hated herself for not standing up for him and saying something. Although she barely knew him, Annabeth just knew in her bones that Percy wasn't the abusive type.

With a sigh, she left the bathroom before her teammates started wondering what she was doing, but Percy was standing outside, leaned against the wall.

A small smile danced on his lips. “Just when I was about to knock to see if you were having explosive diarrhea.”

Annabeth barked a laugh. “Don’t be such an ass.”

“You kind of deserve a little shit after that pineapple on pizza comment,” Percy said, shrugging.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow and said, “Trust me, Jackson, that’s a fight you won’t win.”

Percy pushed off the wall and stepped towards her. “If it’s a fight, I’d say my chances are pretty good. After all, haven’t you heard? I’m a very dangerous person.”

His sudden closeness made warmth blossom in her stomach. “Do I look scared to you?”

Percy locked eyes with her, like he was waiting for her to crack. When she didn’t, Annabeth caught his mouth curve up into the ghost of a smile before he stepped back.

“Willing to die on the pineapple on pizza hill, huh? I can respect that. Of course, like any good Italian-American boy would tell you, that makes you an absolute nut-case, but I can still respect the conviction.”

That got a laugh out of her. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Oh, I don’t,” Percy said. “Ma just asked me to help tonight because they were understaffed.”

Annabeth blinked. “Your mom?”

“Yeah, Sally Jackson. You know, like the name of the store,” Percy said casually.

“I had no idea,” Annabeth said, shaking her head. “Tell your mom I said she makes the best pizza I’ve ever had.”

“Why don’t you tell her yourself?”

Annabeth frowned. “What?”

“Trust me, she’ll be so happy to hear that,” Percy said, waving for her to follow him.

With a great deal of trepidation, Annabeth followed Percy into the kitchens where a dark-haired woman was throwing pizza dough in the air, forming it into an oblong disk. Percy pressed a kiss to her cheek, which drew a smile out of her.

“I thought you were supposed to be out front?” she said in an accusatory tone.

“I know, but there’s someone here to see you, Ma,” Percy said. “This is Annabeth Chase. Our school valedictorian and captain of the soccer team.”

Sally smiled and said, “It’s nice to meet you, dear. This is the first time I’ve met one of Percy’s school friends.”

Annabeth offered a smile as well and said, “I was just telling Percy that you make the best pizza I’ve ever tasted, and he said you’d want to hear that in person.”

“He’s right about that,” Sally laughed. “That’s very sweet of you, Annabeth. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Annabeth said. “I’ll, um, get out of your hair now. I know you’re super busy and stuff.”

“It was good to meet you, honey!” Sally said.

Percy lead her back out to the restaurant, but he seemed uncharacteristically subdued. She was about to ask him about it when he gave her a sheepish glance.

“Thanks for not correcting her back there,” Percy mumbled.

“About what?”

Percy rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his shoes. “You know, when she assumed you were a school friend.”

Annabeth furrowed her brow. “Why would I have corrected her? We are friends.”

Percy looked up in surprise. “Really?”

The surprise and reverence in his voice tugged at Annabeth’s heartstrings. She wasn’t trying to be nice but it hadn’t occurred to her until just then that she was probably the first person to ever call him a friend.

“Yes really, you dork,” Annabeth said.

Percy’s face melted as a genuine yet shy smile blossomed across his face. “Thanks, Annabeth. That- that really means a lot.”

Annabeth didn’t know what to say so tried for a nonchalant shrug, butterflies in her stomach, but a moment later Percy’s smile faded in favor of something more guarded.

“But are you sure? You know what you’re getting into, right? What they say about me?” Percy said carefully.

“Of course I’m sure,” Annabeth said immediately. “You’re a good person.”

Percy looked at her warily. “You barely know me.”

“I know enough,” Annabeth said defiantly.

For a few seconds, Percy silently locked eyes with her before he shook his head with a smile. “You’re crazier than I thought.”

“Really? Pineapple on pizza wasn’t enough to tip you off?” Annabeth teased.

The sound of his laugh had her ducking her head to hide a smile. He was about to say something more when someone called for him from the kitchen. Percy shot her an apologetic look, but Annabeth waved him off and waited for him to leave before she stopped holding back the smile threatening to break across her face. She waited there, outside the kitchen door, a little longer before she made her way back to her teammates.

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Talk to me, please! [Oliver Wood x Reader] - Requested

Title: Talk to me, please! Pairing: Oliver Wood x Slytherin!Female!Reader Word count: 4.2k Published: 8 October, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Warning: Swearing Notes: I got this request from @leeayda04​ and I just loved writing it <3 Now I didn’t know if I was supposed to write male or female, therefore I went with female, but do let me know if you want me to change it.  Summary: After your fight with Oliver, you decide to make him suffer a little. Unfortunately things slowly get out of hand and you don’t know how to turn things around, before you lose him. Request: [x]

“Hey! I was wondering if you can make a one shot where oliver is dating reader the popular charming slytherin and he kept forgetting about thier date that make reader furious and end up having a big fight where reader gave him silent treatment” - @leeayda04​

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Oliver was a sweetheart. The sweetest boyfriend you have ever had. He always made sure to shower you with his love, he held onto your hand as if he never wanted to let go, he hid face in the crook of your neck just to feel a tad bit closer. If you didn’t stop him, he would have screamed to the whole Great Hall how much he loved you.

You were quite popular, and Oliver prided himself in calling you his, only his. You have had quite a few people around you who wished the two of you would break up already, wanting a chance with you finally, but you two were way too in love to care.

There were some Gryffindors who whispered behind your back, and grimaced at the sight of you together, but he ignored the disgusted looks he got for being in a relationship with you, a Slytherin, because he adored you more than he thought he could show.

Whilst he was indeed the best boyfriend in your eyes before, things have changed recently. To the worst.

You were sitting in Madam Puddifoot’s tea shop, your eyes wandering towards the door every couple of seconds. Your eyes shot up as you heard the bell above the door each time it opened, but he was never the one to step into the shop.

You looked at your muggle watch, which you got from Oliver for your 17th birthday. You furrowed your brows as you realised he has been late for over an hour already. You heaved a deep sigh, storm of thoughts swirling around in your head. You placed the leftover of your cup of tea on the top of the saucer, before standing up, placing your jacket over your shoulders and leaving the café behind.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, you wanted to tell him what an ignorant boyfriend he has become, but you just couldn’t form the words you wanted to say. Until now. The tightening feeling in your chest, the little ball in your throat made your jaw clench. You shouldn’t have felt as if you have gotten used to this feeling. You were angered by Oliver’s behaviour. He has always been the kindest, sweetest boyfriend you ever had, but recently the boy had been everywhere but beside you.  

It was not the first time he didn’t appear on your date, nor the second or third. You have warned him on numerous occasions, but the boy seemed to prioritise everything, but you. His excuses were always the same. He got busy, he had an extra quidditch practice, he had to study. It was getting tiring and you couldn’t swallow it anymore, it was too much.

You strutted towards the Gryffindor common room, your steps loud and hurried against the concrete ground. You expected the stairs to go on about their way and make it harder for you to get to the boy, they were moody after all, but everything seemed way too smooth as if you were supposed to let your anger out on the boy.

You barely reached the Gryffindor common room, a student just leaving, the door still opened behind him. You quickly stood in front of it, sliding through the hole, immediately facing your boyfriend’s laughing form on the couch.

Oliver was seated on a sofa in front of the fireplace, the Weasley twins seated on his right side, whilst each Percy and Lee occupied an armchair for themselves.

“Khm.” You cleared your throat to get Oliver’s attention, but he didn’t seem to hear you. Fred looked at you first, followed by his brother George. You found it easy to make a difference between them, you have been around them for far too long.

It wasn’t a good relationship at the beginning, but slowly they started to warm up to you, even if they still enjoyed teasing you here and there. However, looking at the deathly glare you projected at them, they knew better than to try anything.

Fred nudged Oliver’s shoulder who was in a conversation with Percy. You didn’t really concentrate on what they were talking about, you only caught a couple of words about lessons and exams. Oliver looked at Fred with a raised brow, before he followed his eyes, finding you staring at him with a stern look, raised brows and folded arms in front of your chest.

“Love, what are you doing here?” He asked nonchalantly, making you frown at the clueless boy.

“I think that should be my question.” You hissed in anger. “You shouldn’t be here, instead you should have been with me in Hogsmeade.”

“Oh, for Godric’s sake, I forgot, love. I’m so sorry. I will grab my coat and we can go.” He shot up from his seat heading towards the male dormitory, but your voice stopped him.

“Oh, no you don’t. I was waiting for you over an hour, Oliver.” You groaned and he flinched as he heard his name. You didn’t use it often, nor did he use yours. You preferred calling each other in all kinds of endearing pet names. “This is not even the first time.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” He spoke as he turned around and started walking towards you.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Wood.” You hissed, your jaw clenching in anger. He flinched once again, realising that the conversation was going to get heated very quickly.

“Maybe we should go somewhere private, love.” He tried to convince you, but you didn’t listen. If anything, you got even more worked up.

“Don’t call me, love and don’t try to tell me what to do!” You groaned as you stepped back from him. “Are you scared that people will realise what a shitty boyfriend you can be? Because that’s what you have been recently. At first, I understood, you are the captain of the quidditch team after all, sure you have some obligations, but it has started becoming a thing where you completely forget about me.” You didn’t even realise when you raised your voice, but at this point you didn’t even mind. You were way too upset with the boy.

“I didn’t mean to, I promise. I’m so sorry.” His guilty expression and apologetic look made you want to step closer and pull him in for a hug, but you stopped yourself. He has promised you so many times already that he would pay more attention, but recently his words meant nothing to you.

“How many times are you going to apologise? I can’t even take your words seriously anymore.”

“What?” He grimaced at your words. “What else do you want me to say? I fucked up, I apologised.” It was his turn to raise his voice this time, his Scottish accent thickening as his anger rose.

“But you keep fucking up non-stop, Wood. It’s not once or twice! You have left me; you have forgotten about me on numerous occasions. How long do I have to keep accepting your apologies when you keep repeating the same mistakes over and over again? I’m tired, Oliver.” You groaned, your tone irritated, still slightly breaking after each word.

“I don’t understand you. I told you, I’m under constant stress. We need to win the Quidditch cup, we have to focus on all the extra practices, I have to get ready for the exams, I literally am non-stop studying. I can’t always hang around you when you ask.” You have heard all his excuses before, they weren’t anything new, but the idea of you asking him to hang around you, got you worked up.

“I’m in my 7th year too. I have as much responsibilities as you do and if anything, it’s not even me who initiates to meet up, but you, so then you can completely forget about it. What do you think how it feels when your boyfriend keeps promising sweet little dates, but attends to none?” You shook your head as you exhaled deeply. “If you continue like this, you will be single before you even realise it.” You huffed.

“What?” His eyes shot up, capturing your stern gaze. His jaw hang law in surprise, his eyes wider than ever. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You will have to figure that out, Oliver.” You shook your head as you turned around and left the stunned boy behind. You expected him to come after you, to try to stop you, to try to talk to you, but he didn’t even move. He stood in the Gryffindor common room with the same shocked expression across his face as he watched the portrait hole, whilst you headed towards the dungeon, knowing you would cry the night away.

You barely arrived at your dormitory, you threw the door open and flopped down on your bed. You wanted to scream, you wanted to be angry, but instead teardrops after teardrops ran down your cheeks, heart-wrenching sobs left your lungs.

The thought of losing Oliver hurt like hell. You loved the boy more than you thought you would ever love someone, but you couldn’t put yourself through so much pain all the time. His ignorance hurt you and you just couldn’t do this to yourself anymore.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to break up with him or if you just needed some break from him to try and figure things out on your own, but you were certain that you needed to concentrate on yourself now. Only on you.

As the morning came, you woke up with bloodshot eyes, each accompanied by small puffy bags under them. Your headache was pounding hard against your skull, making you groan. You got yourself out of bed, dragging yourself over to the bathroom, almost stumbling back as you recognised your reflection in the mirror.

“Really? This is how I look because of some stupid boy? I’m pathetic.” You scoffed at the sight of you, scolding yourself. You were always a strong person, always there to support others. The sight of your pale skin, pain-filled expression and swollen cheeks gave you an encouraging kick in your backside. You were having none of this. You were stronger than to let yourself go over someone who didn’t seem to care about you.

You finished your morning routine, dressed into your uniform and walked back to your room. You halted as you felt all 3 pairs of eyes studying you with a worried look. Pansy walked up to you first, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“We heard you last night.” She said with a sympathetic look. The girl wasn’t an angel per se, but you could always rely on her. She wasn’t a social person, but those who were close to her could enjoy all the benefits her friendship included, which meant she was to kill for those she cared about, almost literally.

“Thank you for worrying about me, Pansy, but I’m fine. Things just got a bit harder recently, but I’m good.” You explained with a reassuring smile. She knew the story back and forth, but she also knew you. You didn’t have to say much, she understood that you were dealing with it on your own. She nodded in response, before she took her wand out and pointed it in your face. “Hey.” You stepped back abruptly, but she chuckled at your behaviour.

“Calm down, I don’t think you want to go out like that.” She grinned at your unappealing look. You rolled your eyes and let her perform some easy spells. As she finished, you turned around to look into the mirror beside the door and you couldn’t stop a little smile from crawling up on your lips. “Not bad, huh?” Pansy winked with a proud smirk.

“Don’t get too cocky, I’m naturally good looking.” You scoffed, before your smile turned into a playful grin.

“Right, Ms. Confidence. Let’s get some food into your system.” She shook her head as she started pushing you out the door, your other two roommates following behind.

You walked up to the Great Hall, Pansy talking about Draco Malfoy for the umpteenth time. The girl was smitten, and Draco knew about it, but he seemed to be rather ignorant towards her. You never dared to voice it to Pansy, deep down she knew, but it felt good for her to crush over someone.

As you reached the Great Hall, you immediately headed towards the Slytherin table, taking a seat beside Pansy, who decided to sit next to Draco. You chuckled at the two. Draco rolled his eyes, very obviously wishing for the girl’s disappearance, whilst Pansy just chuckled happily enjoying the boy’s mere presence. They were definitely a comical pair, but it was somewhat helpful, it lightened your mood.

You took a piece of scone from the middle of the table, buttering its top, before you shoved it in your mouth. You enjoyed the sweet taste spreading around your tongue, when you felt a presence beside you. You turned to the side where Oliver decided to take a seat, his eyes eagerly watching you. Your heart sped up, as you saw the hurtful expression he was wearing. You wanted to pull him closer, hid his face in the crook of your neck, just the way he loved it, but you didn’t move. Your logic won over your heart.

“Can we talk?” His tone was weak, almost pleading, but as guilty as you felt, you knew you shouldn’t have. It was all his fault to begin with. You scoffed and turned back to your breakfast, taking another scone and repeating the process. “Love, please.” He reached for your hand, but you just pulled it away. You didn’t look at the boy though, your new game was to pretend that he never even existed. “I’m begging you, please talk to me.” He tried again, his voice breaking your stern wall protecting you, but before you could have given in, Pansy interrupted you.

“Can’t you see she doesn’t want to talk to you? She doesn’t even want to see you, Wood. Now, off you go, your playmates are missing you.” She snarled, clear disgust showing in her voice. She never liked the boy after all, but she did ignore his existence for your sake.

“Y/N-” he started, but Pansy let out an animalistic growl. You had to swallow a laugh that was about erupt from your lungs. You didn’t look at the boy, simply waited for him to leave you be, just like he did so many times before.

He studied your face, waiting hopefully even for just a stolen glance from you, but you never looked at the boy. You didn’t want to, and it irritated you that it took him so long to understand. Finally, he stood up and left your table, heading back to his own.

“Thanks, Pansy.” You smiled sweetly as she nodded in reply and turned back to Draco.

-

Days passed by since you have last talked to Oliver. The boy was restless, apologising to you in every corner, declaring his love for you on every occasion. You felt weak against him. You have never kept such a distance between you and whilst you were strong on the outside, you wished nothing but to throw yourself into his arms, enjoying the warmth of his body against you.

Oliver was also at a breaking point. He scolded himself for his ignorance in each and every waking moment. He didn’t know what to do, he felt useless, nothing he has tried worked. You built up a wall between you and he had no idea how to take it down. He knew what an idiot he has been, and he kept beating himself up for it, but he was running out of ideas on how to get you back. 

He couldn’t have known that you were slowly giving in and you couldn’t have known that he was slowly giving up.

Oliver was sitting in Potions, listening to Professor Snape, his complete attention on the teachers. You tried to steal secret glances from the boy, but he didn’t return them. This was the first time he didn’t try to look at you, he didn’t send you apologetic notes, he didn’t ask one of his friends to convince you to talk to him. Were you losing him? Your chest painfully tightened at the thought. You didn’t want to give in to the negativity, it wasn’t lost yet. That wasn’t possible, you wanted to believe.

A piece of scrunched up parchment flew over to your table, your heart jumping in anticipation. You looked at Oliver once again, but he firmly concentrated on his notes, instead of searching for your reaction. You looked down on your table, opening the piece of paper.

I’m guessing Oliver and you are finally over. Go on a date with me, love. I’m sure you would enjoy my company.

Be at the Slytherin common room entrance on Saturday by 11am. I don’t accept a no; we both know it’s been coming.

Marcus

You frowned at the note, a grimace spread across your face. You turned around to look at Marcus Flint, captain of the quidditch team of your house, arch enemy of Oliver. You shook your head in a reply, a silent scoff leaving your lips. As you turned back around, you caught Oliver’s eyes, your heart skipping a beat as your gaze locked. However as quickly as it came, Oliver turned away, not wanting to see you. He was just as hurt as you were.

The week slowly passed by, but Oliver haven’t tried to get close to you again. If anything, it was his turn to ignore you and you didn’t know what to do about it. You wanted to walk up to him and apologise for ignoring him, but your pride was winning over your heart every time.

You sat at your table in the Great Hall, hunched above your lunch, your face hidden behind your palms. You kept heaving deep sighs, Pansy groaning at your annoying behaviour. You tried to ignore the younger girl; she didn’t have enough experience to know how it felt being eaten up by your own stupid thoughts.

You huffed as you pushed your face further into your hands, wanting to disappear. You didn’t expect a hand to grab your arm and pull you up from your place.

“Was I not clear enough?” You stumbled as Marcus pulled on you, his hands painfully wrapped around your arm, surely leaving red marks on the surface of your skin. “It’s past 12pm already. Did you try to stand me up? I think I have clearly told you that I don’t accept a no.” He growled as he started pulling you after him, dragging you out of the Great Hall, numerous pair of eyes on you.

You tried to pull your arm out of his firm grip, but the boy was stronger than you. “I did tell you I didn’t want to go with you.” You groaned as you pulled on your arm again, but your attempt was once again unsuccessful.

“If you haven’t noticed, I wasn’t asking you. We are going on a date.” He hissed in anger as he dragged you after him. You struggled against his hold, before a second hand joined in, holding on to the same arm Marcus lead you by. You looked up to see Oliver, who pulled your arm back, forcing Marcus to let you go.

All of you halted as you massaged your arm, a bright red handprint decorating the surface of your skin. Oliver’s jaw clenched, his gaze full of anger as he watched Marcus with a disgusted grimace.

“What do you think you are doing?” He asked your housemate, his low and firm tone even scaring you for a second.

“I’m taking her on a date.” He hissed, clearly upset about Oliver’s arrival.

“I don’t think so.” He stepped in front of you. You wanted to stand up for yourself, you didn’t want to feel like a damsel in distress, but you were dancing on a thin line and you didn’t dare to risk the last hope he was giving you by helping you out.

“I don’t think you have a say in it, Wood.” He scoffed, clearly annoyed by Oliver’s behaviour.

“She doesn’t seem to want to go with you.” He looked back at you for confirmation and so you shook your head. “I strongly suggest you disappear now, Flint.” He growled, his tone almost animalistic, his voice threatening.

“Why, what are you going to do, huh?” Marcus taunted the boy. You couldn’t see the face Oliver was making, let alone if he has whispered something, but Marcus took a step back, his jaw tightening in anger. “Enjoy yourselves, then.” He spit in anger, before he turned on his heels and left the two of you behind. You frowned at the unexpected events; a confused look spread across your face as you looked up at Oliver.

“You okay?” He asked as he finally looked at you, or your arm at least, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You replied as you hid your arm behind your back. “Thank you. For helping me.” You offered him a small smile, but he didn’t return it.

He simply nodded. “It’s okay.” He heaved a deep sigh, not knowing what to do, just like you, standing in front of him, not finding the right words. “Well, see you.” He spoke up again, tears pricking your eyes as you realised the most you could muster was an awkward conversation. It slowly started downing on you that your relationship was indeed over with Oliver and when he walked past you, heading back to the Great Hall, it felt like he was walking away for the last time.

You didn’t have the power to turn around, you just watched the floor in front of you, trying to understand when it has all gone bad. You removed an escaped tear from your cheek and sniffled as you tried to get yourself together.

“Y/N?” You heard his voice from further away. You quickly cleared your cheeks and turned around with a fake smile plastered across your face. He heaved a deep sigh, making you wait in anticipation, before he continued. “I know I have done some pretty shitty things, but I never meant to hurt you intentionally, you know that right?” He asked, his gaze filled with guilt.

“I know, you didn’t.” You were struggling against the tears that wanted to escape, but you firmly held them back.

“I know you probably don’t want to see me, nor do you really want to talk to me, but-“ he gulped loudly, trying to find the right words, fearing of pushing you away even further. “when you walked out of the common room, I didn’t believe you were really giving up on us. I really thought we could solve it just like always.” You wanted to scream at him, you wanted to tell him off for thinking you have given up on him. “I’m really sorry for disappointing you.” He gave you a saddened smile.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you.” You blurted out, but you didn’t regret it. “I just thought you would deserve to feel how hard it is to be ignored. I never thought it would actually get this far.” His eyes widened in surprise, but you couldn’t see it, your gaze was fixed on your shoes, drawing random patterns on the ground.

“You didn’t want to break up with me?” He asked, his tone full of hope. Your eyes shot up as you quickly shook your head. “Do you think, maybe we could try again? I know my words don’t weigh much, but I don’t want to give up on us, I really want to show you how much I care about you, how much I love you.” He stepped closer, stopping right in front of you.

“I want to, but I’m scared. You really did hurt me.” You sighed deeply.

“I know, I did.” He whispered, reaching for your hands as he took them into his, caressing the back of your hands with his thumbs. “I promise to pay attention to you more, just like I did before. Being apart made me realise that I want nothing more than being with you.” He confessed, his voice defeated, but still hopeful. “Please, love.” His pleading chocolate brown eyes, his guilt-filled, apologetic tone was all you needed.

“I can’t say no to you, can I?” You chuckled sweetly, a sound he has been craving to hear once again. His arms sneaked around your waist, yours wrapped around his neck, engulfing each other in the warmest hug you could possibly share. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, finding his favourite spot, your presence making him relaxed once again.

“Thank you so much.” He murmured against your neck, his breath tickling your skin, making you chuckle.

“I love you, Oliver. But you better not break my heart again.” You scolded him as he pulled back, his eyes meeting yours.

“Not even in my nightmares.” He shook his head, leaning closer and hinting a lingering kiss on your forehead. “I’d rather you broke my heart.” He whispered as he leaned down to your lips, kissing you feverishly, hoping to recover the amount of intimate moments you could have spent together, loving each other just like you did before.

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I’m slowly but surely falling in love with Percy of the Endrina universe.

Good! Let’s talk a bit more about Percy then.

· He is strongly a middle child. Wedged between the successful brothers and the fun ones. He wants some recognition, dammit, and is heartbroken when he realizes he will never get it.

· He suffers a double process of parentification. On the one hand, as in most large families, there is that expectation that he will check on his younger siblings. Doubly so because he is the responsible one, more than Bill and Charlie.

· On the other hand, I think Percy realizes pretty early that his parents aren’t good with money or navigating the social system, so he takes upon himself to compensate those gaps. He sees the family careening straight to disaster and, honestly, he is not wrong. Arthur puts the family in a very dangerous position. When Percy writes to Ron during the fifth year, it’s a clumsy but honest attempt to have Ron save himself.

· He likes Charlie and Ron best. He admires that Charlie managed a clean exit of the family. I won’t say that Charlie hates the family, but he is not coming a lot for Christmas, is he? Percy admires that Charlie managed to make a life to his taste despite societal and family pressure. For this reason, he is also the closest to Charlie. I’m not sure he is Charlie’s favorite, but he is the one Charlie confides in.

· Percy likes Ron because he is the other middle child. He sees Ron struggling for attention, recognition and identity, just like him.

· Percy dislikes Ginny. He still loves her and would do anything for her, but he doesn’t like her. Part of it is that they are extremely different in opposing and conflicting ways. Where Percy is nerdy, introverted and controlled, Ginny is outgoing and unrestrained. Percy can admire her boldness while not wanting to be near it.

· The other part is that a lot of Ron being unacknowledged is derived from the favoritism towards Ginny. It’s not Ginny’s fault and I think she struggles against being The Girl. But still, Percy resents her for it. Worst of all, he is aware of it and wishes he could love Ginny better.

· He is left handed. He learned to write with his right hand because that’s how Molly taught him. Same in school. He was told to grab his wand with your right hand, young man, and it wasn’t until Flitwick realized he is left-handed that he began to use his left. As a result, he can write with both hands, but uses different hands for spells. Right one for simple everyday spells and left one for the advanced ones.

· Harry Potter is the first person to realize Percy is constantly switching wand hands. He thinks it’s very neat.

· Percy could cast a corporeal patronus on his NEWTS but didn’t because he is embarrassed by its form. Whatever it is (and it will change from story to story) it’s an animal with negative connotations, like a shark or a snake.

· He has self-destructive tendencies that manifest in the wildest possible way. Percy is way beyond drugs and unprotected sex and comfortably planted in Faraday terrain. (Faraday tested his famous cage by putting himself inside of it and repeatedly striking it with high-voltage electric charges. That’s a man who is very certain of his math work).

· He has saved more lives than he has taken.

· He was right to question Dumbledore. Sure, Voldemort had come back, that part was true. But Percy was right to question Dumbledore.

· By all means he and Oliver shouldn’t work, but both of them have the intuition that the wizarding world is bananas and that’s what they like about each other. They may not question everything, but they don’t necessarily accept things blindly.

· He likes Harry. He is bothered by many of Harry’s quirks, but he likes him and feels very protective of him.

· Thank Merlin he is awkward and book-oriented because if he were a bit more charismatic and had fallen with the wrong crowd of sycophants he would have started his own Grey Lord path (not dark, that’s not Percy) and he would be much harder to stop.

· He is horrified at the treatment of goblins in wizarding society but doesn’t know how to help.

Ah, Percy. He is so tired. I just want him to rest and eat his own body weight in interesting foreign foods and gelattos, which reminds me I should pick up that WIP and have him eat some pistachio gelatto.

[the-starryknight]

Someone to Notice Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood | Rated: T | Length: 1.4k

A fluffy little birthday gift for the phenomenal @skeptiquewrites, who's an incredible author and a stalwart cheerleader for rarepairs. Two of my favorites of Tee's fics are She Was Pretty (Lav/Pav), which is one of my all-time favorite non-Drarry fics and a gorgeous read of Lavender Brown post-war, and Nothing Left to Burn, Tee's brand new Wireless fic, fresh and full of Montreal life. She's also absolutely brilliant at microfics, so dig into her tag here too!

It shouldn't be such a big deal, introducing Oliver to Percy's family. Only it is a big deal, because Oliver matters a lot and Percy wants it to go well.

Percy Weasley’s tiny first-floor bedroom was precisely as it had been when he left it behind at seventeen, or so Percy claimed. Oliver had never seen it before.

Oliver lounged on the small single bed, on top of the knit blanket and the thin, well-used pillows. He’d changed into striped socks and pajama bottoms and a too-small jumper, pilfered from the perfectly organized drawers.

But Oliver couldn’t take his eyes off Percy even if he wanted to be nosy about the room.

Percy was pacing back and forth, wearing pressed trousers and a buttoned shirt, hair still shiny with product. Oliver wanted to sink his hands into it and muss it up, but that wouldn’t end well for either of them if he did it yet. So he waited. It’d take at least three more room lengths before Percy started talking again.

He was near the desk in the corner at the end of his second circuit when he turned around suddenly. “It went well,” Percy said, as though it were the most ludicrous conclusion.

“Reckon it did, yeah,” answered Oliver, running his fingers over a pull in the blanket.

“I wasn’t prepared for that possibility.”

Oliver laughed brightly, and pushed himself up to sit on the end of the bed. “I know.”

Percy hesitated, as straight-backed as the dozen sharpened quills waiting at attention in the cupholder on the desk. “You’re laughing at me. You think I’m ridiculous for being worried.”

“Never,” Oliver gulped, though he couldn’t contain the smile.

“You think I got myself so worked up over this dinner, and of course it went well, and I’m—”

“You were nervous.” Oliver pushed off the bed, crowding carefully into his space. There was enough room between them still that if Percy needed to pick up his pacing again, Oliver wouldn’t be in the way. But if — if — he wanted, he could step closer and fold himself into Oliver’s arms. “I was nervous too, when you met my da wasn’t I? And that was just one parent at a time.”

“It’s not that I thought they’d be weird about the gay thing,” Percy huffed, fixing his glasses with one hand and fidgeting with the other. He always did that when he was nervous or trying to sort something out, like seeing better would help him understand. “Charlie’s, well, that’s always been obvious, and even if Mum had a hard go with Harry’s reveal, it was never about him being queer.”

“Did you think they’d be weird about me?” teased Oliver, reaching with one cautious hand. Percy didn’t shy away, so he brushed his fingertips over the back of Percy’s hand. “You are sleeping with the enemy, after all. I beat your sister fair and square on the pitch, and I’m not going to start going easy on the Harpies just for you, family or no.”

Percy smiled at that, in the corners of his eyes and the twitch of his mouth. “Can’t exactly throw the games for you or for her, can I?”

“You could.” Oliver pressed closer, daring his luck. “Oh, Minister for Magical Games and Sports Regulation, won’t you engage in a little quid pro quo?”

“For Gin, I might,” he said, but took Oliver’s hand anyway. He teased, “Don’t know if I could swing it for you.”

Oliver gasped. “You’ll put me through dinner with every single Weasley and still not break the rules for Puddlemere?”

“As if you’d let me break the rules for you,” Percy said. He stepped forward into Oliver’s arms, and let Oliver hug him.

Percy was a little taller, and a little more lithe, but his body fit against Oliver’s perfectly, Oliver’s nose in his shoulder and his hands along his back, pulling him close. He smelled like Molly’s cooking, like onions and spices and another, older sort of home. His apartment always smelled clean, like fresh-folded laundry and a new bottle of ink.

“I wouldn’t, yeah,” Oliver answered, muffled in Percy’s starched shirt. “If we can’t win on our skill—”

“You shouldn’t win at all,” finished Percy.

Oliver flushed, glad they were standing too close for Percy to catch his embarrassment. Had he said the little phrase so often? Or was Percy paying attention too?

Percy pressed a kiss to Oliver’s forehead and stepped back to lounge against the desk. “You think it went well?” he asked, too casual, though Oliver knew the nerves underneath.

“Definitely,” he said. “They loved me, but are you surprised?”

“I mean it.”

“It went really well.”

Percy met his eyes.

At dinner, Percy had sat between George and Ginny, picking at his potatoes and adjusting his glasses, toes tapping Oliver’s under the table. His worry was subtle; no one at the table had noticed, pouring Oliver more wine and laughing at a joke Arthur had told. This dinner was a big deal for Percy, and yet not one of them seemed aware, teasing Oliver like he was already a member of the family. There was no grand reveal, no he’s Percy’s, don’t you see?, no coming out, or proclamations of welcome. It was as though Oliver’s sudden presence at Percy’s side was no more unusual than the gnomes in the garden.

It wasn't insensitivity, Oliver thought. Each of them had decided Percy was fine. Percy had it together, and Percy didn’t need reassurance. It was all true: Percy was confident and together, wise beyond his years and too competent for his own good. It was easy to stop there, and his siblings never learned to notice when Percy’s words got a bit faster — not because he was excited, but because he was afraid of being cut off — or how he paced when he was trying to work through something difficult.

Oliver grabbed him, hands on Percy’s chest, against the ridiculous collared shirt, and brought him close, nose knocking against Percy’s glasses. He kissed Percy like he noticed him: every bit all at once.

“Oh,” Percy said, breathless when Oliver let him go.

“You were very brave,” said Oliver, kissing him one more time.

“You don’t think I’m ridiculous?”

“Completely batshit. But not about dinner.”

Percy frowned at him.

“Turn around,” he said, pushing Percy’s elbow, and Percy went. “Do you see that?” Oliver pointed to the bookshelf beside the desk. “You made a call number system for your personal library. Bet you’ve even got it all written down and everything. You’re completely ridiculous.”

“I don’t have it written down,” murmured Percy.

“No?”

“...It’s an automatic charm, it records when a book’s gone out. No parchment needed.”

Oliver started to laugh, joy bubbling from his chest, smiling so hard his teeth hurt. Percy started laughing too, and then they were holding hands and laughing at the bookshelf, and standing in the tiny bedroom with only one window. They laughed until they couldn’t breathe, and then they breathed and Oliver held his hand and figured that they were probably going to be alright.

“They’ll hear,” Percy gasped, rubbing his eyes, biting his lip to stop from laughing.

“Not a thing,” Oliver grinned. “George-proof silencing charm. Cast it somewhere around your fourth lap around the room.”

“Just when did you research a George-proof silencing charm?” Percy put a hand on his shoulder, subtle confidence returning to his gaze. Oliver shivered, leaning into the touch.

“I’d like to say it was for something hot,” Oliver said. Percy stepped closer to him, his other hand drifting down the front of Oliver’s too-hot, too-thick jumper.

“But?”

“I thought you might worry about,” Oliver hesitated as Percy leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek, to just below his ear. “Er— worry about dinner,” he finished quickly.

“I was worried,” Percy said. He stepped forward, pushing Oliver back towards the bed. It was so tiny, but they could both fit if they lay close. “But it went well.”

“Right.” Oliver sat down hard on the bottom of the bed. Percy tugged off his jumper, and ran possessive fingers down his shoulders, down his back. “I know how important your family is to you.”

“You’re important to me too.” Percy bent down to kiss him. “I’m glad I’ve got you.”

So Oliver, of course, pulled him down onto the bed with him and unbuttoned his stupid starched shirt and lay as close as he could. Percy took off his glasses, slipping them up onto the nightstand. He kissed Oliver again, and again, till they were both pink-cheeked and Oliver was smiling so hard it hurt. It was silly, kissing like this, in the tiny bedroom with all Percy’s family sleeping nearby, but maybe that was how it was supposed to be: ridiculous. Easy.

Later, Oliver said it again, in case he’d forgotten: “It went well,” like that, quiet and whispered across the threadbare pillow with only the moon outside the window watching.

[lottiebagley]

Stuck in the middle- Oliver Wood

You know what she said to me? She said, "You're a player, aren't you? And I bet you got hoes" I said, "You don't know me like that I just go with the flow, oh, oh"

Oliver Wood was a confident boy. He knew he was good looking, he knew he was talented, he knew he was smart, he knew he was charming, most importantly he knew almost all the girls in school wanted him. All of this combined gave him his natural flirty manner. He was the kind of boy to send girls winks across classrooms, to tease them with a flirty smirk the first time he meets them, to never see the same girl more than a handful of times.

She seemed to be the one girl he couldn't get. She was beautiful and smart and kind and funny. She was the girl every boy fancied. She was the one girl he wanted to take home over summer break, to fall in love with, to be with.

They'd been friendly since first year, having always had mutual friends. She'd always been pretty and as an anxious 11 year old he had never had the nerve to talk to her so they'd smiled in the corridor. He made the quidditch team and with that his confidence grew, he finally had the nerve to start talking to girls in a romantic way by 3rd years but she was always just a little out of his league.

In 4th year it began. A tension over them constantly that drove their friends insane. They would flirt constantly, they would steal glances when the other wasn't looking but they never actually made a move. She always thought it was a joke, she didn't let herself think for even a second he could be serious. She didn't want to end up just another one of Oliver Wood's dates crying too their friends in the bathroom because he didn't ask them on a second date. He thought there was no chance on god's green earth she liked him back, he flirted with her constantly and yet she never took him seriously, he couldn't drop anymore hints.

"There's the most beautiful girl in the whole school," Oliver calls, watching as she enters the corridor he was standing in, his attention drawn from the twins who he had been chatting with.

"Hi boys," She grin to the three friends, "How was your summer?" She directs the question to the twins. Having already made flirty chit chat with Oliver the evening before.

"Quite alright, flew that car Ron and Harry arrived in to surrey and back," George grins excitedly

"Shit! how was it?" She asks, chatter between the three take overs and Oliver watches with a smirk and a lovestruck look in his eyes. Taking in her tight school shirt and short skirt, the way her Gryffindor tie hangs loose around her neck and her knee heigh socks make his mouth water a little. He watches the way her eyes light up with excitement, the way she tilts her head back when she laughs, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear.

"I should get going, don't wanna be late to the first class of the year," She smiles

"Of course, see you at practice later," Fred grins

"I'll walk you to class," Oliver offers, pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning on. She turns to him with a small smile and almost looks like she's going to accept his offer before the smile switches to a smirk

"Shouldn't you be walking Kirsty to class? or Mille? Or Hannah? Or Ellie? Or"

"Okay, I get the point," Oliver groans

"You have plenty of girls Oli, you don't need me,"

"But your my favourite," He smirks, she smiles, an overly sweet smile

"That's a shame for you," She grins, shooting him a wink before turning and striding down the corridor.

"Hard luck mate," George chuckles, clapping his hand around a disgruntled looking Oliver's shoulder.

She said, "You can't fool me like that You're gonna leave me on read" I said, "Why don't you try me on out I know you wanna be friends"

"We're friends right?" Oliver's voice questions as he plops himself down on the loveseat she's sat in. She looks up from the book she had been reading to look at him

"What are you trying to trick me into saying?" She questions

"No tricks," He assures, raising his hands in surrender

"I would label us friendly acquaintances," She shrugs, he nods pausing for a second to think "Careful there Oliver, I can see the cogs turning in your head,"

"I think we should be friends," He announces

"And why is that?" She questions

"Well, we have been in the same friend group since we were 11-"

"It's a big friend group,"

"But it's the same one. We play quidditch on the same team and I like being around you so I think we should be friends,"

"I know you Oliver Wood. I see the way you  behave. You flirt with girls, make them feel super comfortable around you, you ask them out on a date and then you never talk to them again. So no, I don't want to be your friend just so you can start ignoring me and feel like you won," She retaliates

"Okay. I know my reputation with girls kind of makes me seem like a prick,"

"More than kind of,"

"I really do want to be friends with you though. I think we could get on great,"

"Okay fine. Friends," She agrees, he smiles brightly, a grin that makes her heart warm a little.

"Friends," He confirms

But friends turn into sleepovers And sleepovers turn into love Love turns into jealousy And now we both fucked up

In the two months that follow the two become close. They have a lot in common and it's easy to spend time together. He makes her laugh and she can't help the butterflies in her stomach when he smiles at her.

"Percy Weasley wants to kill you," She announces, bursting into his captains office, he looks up from the papers on his desk with a smile that makes her melt

"Cute PJs," He teases, she rolls her eyes, entering the room fully and closing the door behind her.

"You're lucky to get to see me in such a great outfit," She taunts, he lets his eyes fall up and down her body. Taking in her fluffy pj bottoms and large sweater, the outfit complete with a pair of koala slippers. He would swear on his own life that she looked beautiful.

"That I am," He grins, watching as she gets comfy on the sofa in the corner of the office "Why does dear old Percy want to kill me?" He asks, standing from his chair and crossing the room to sit next to her. He tries to push away the thought that anyone else interrupting him when he was trying to plan practices would infuriate him, that anybody else barging into his office without knocking would make his blood boil. Tries not to think about how every minute he spends with her makes him want her more.

"So I went into your dorm, which in itself is some weird trigger for him, obviously you weren't there but he thought you were in my dorm and so he had a fit about you being out past curfew and so I ran away cause his screeching gives me a headache,"

"Any reason you were visiting my dorm?" Oliver smirks, wiggling her eyebrows and laughing when she shoves his shoulder lightly.

"Just wanted a chat. Couldn't sleep," She answers honestly. She isn't quite sure why even a few hours without seeing him makes her miss him so much. He pauses for a second, not sure how to respond and she starts talking again, uncomfortable with the silence after admitting to that "You shouldn't stay out here so late, you need to sleep more," She instructs. He smiles at her, rolling his eyes before glancing sighing, deciding to ignore her statement.

"I'm glad it was me you wanted to see. That you couldn't sleep and I'm the one you wanted," He speaks quietly like  the words are just for her even though no one else is there. It makes her heart skip a beat and she scolds herself for being so weak around him.

"Can I tell you a secret Oli?"

"Anything angel," He grins, subconsciously they're moving closer and closer to each other, a weird need to feel the other person's body pressed to there's.

She thinks for a second that she's going to regret what she's about to say. But one look at his hair that's messy from him running his hand through it, at his tired and lazy smile, at his eyes that shine despite the dim lighting erases all the doubt in her mind.

"I always want to see you. Recently, it's like two minutes away from you is too much," She admits. Glancing at the ground to avoid seeing his reaction.

He feels his heart skip a beat, reaching his hand out to cup her jaw, moving her head gently to force her to look at him. He thinks that in that moment if he doesn't kiss her he will regret it forever and so he leans in slowly, she flutters her eyes close and he is so close he can feel her breath fan across his face

"Baby! There you are,"

They both jump apart at the sound of a new voice and the door bursting open. Oliver wants to tell Kirsty Stevenson to fuck off. She shouldn't barge into his office. More importantly she's just ruined everything. He was going to kiss her and he was almost certain she wouldn't have pushed him away.

"What do you want?" He snaps, not bothering to look at her. Instead looking at the girl in front of him and watching how she seemed to sink into herself, seemed to recoil away from him, sees the hurt flash in her eyes.

"You were supposed to be meeting me outside my common room," Kirsty chimes.

She looks like she'd put in an effort. Her hair curled and makeup done, a short skirt and a low cut top for the midnight date.

"I'll go," The girl mumbles, standing up and leaving the room before Oliver can stop her.

He's quick to rush out after her, leaving a confused Kirsty in his wake.

"Angel! Wait! Please can we talk? I don't want to argue with you!" He's calling after her as he jogs to catch up to her fast walk. Gently grabbing her hand in his.

She stops and turns to look at him but tugs her hand out of his. Oliver sighs, they were relatively touchy despite being only friends and normally she would happily let Oliver hold her hand.

"I'm sorry, I never meant for that to happen," He speaks genuinely

"It's fine Oliver," He cringes a little, she hadn't called him Oliver in weeks.  "Honestly, maybe it's a good thing. I mean we are just friends and we shouldn't have been about to kiss. I said that we were just friends for this very reason and I shouldn't have considered that changing. Don't be sorry you are totally in your right to be having dates and girls and all of that. It's fine. I'm fine. We are fine," She rants, he watches as she scrunches her face as she talks like she's trying to stop herself from crying. "Get back to Kirsty. I'll see you around," She adds.

She turns to walk away and he wants more than anything to follow but knows it's the last thing she wants.

'Cause we're stuck in the middle of lovers and friends (Lovers and friends) And we're losing every part of the benefits (Losing benefits) You hurt me more than I ever knew (Than I ever knew)

But it's shitty 'cause I'm doing the same to you

Oliver feels his blood boil. He's sat at a table in the three broomsticks with two of his close friends, Max and Harvey his eyes fixed on the girl a few tables away.

"So, you finally going to tell us why there's no date today?" Harvey questions Oliver. They were part of a large friend group, she was in it too, and they were used to Oli spending Hogsmeade trips with whatever girl he felt like.

"Just wasn't feeling it," He shrugs

"So it has nothing to do with Adrian Pucey and his date?" Max teases, eyes moving to see the girl sat under Adrian's arm, both laughing happily.

"Course not," Oliver grunts, the other two boys laughing at him.

Oliver thought what would hurt the most had already happened. Walking up to the girl as she was giggling with some of the other girls in her friend group three days, they had remained friends after the night in his office still talking everyday, he had asked what the girls were so giddy over and his heart had stopped when she announced she had a date with Adrian Pucey.

"But seriously? Pucey of all people?" He questions his friends with a dirty look in the Slytherin boys direction.

"What's wrong with Pucey? Apparently he's a gentleman and all the girls think he's fit," Max shrugs, knowing Oliver's problem with Pucey was that he was not him.

"He's an arse," Oliver argues.

If he thought hearing the boy had asked her out hurt, watching as she laughed at what he was saying and leaned into his touch felt a thousand times worse.

"Maybe you should have worked up the nerve and asked her out rather than occupying yourself with girls you don't even like that much," Harvey points out. Other than Oliver, Harvey was the guy she was closest with. Thinking of his as a brother and he always looked out for her.

"Fucking obviously I should have," Oliver groans.  He looks back to the table and the sight makes him want to die on the spot.

It hurts worse than being knocked off his broom by a bludger. Worse than hearing her all excited about a date with someone else. Worse than watching her blink back tears he caused.

She's sat three tables away, making out with Adrian Pucey.

She said, "Are we exclusive or not?" I said, "What do you wanna do? Seems like you love me a lot" She said, "Can we stop the joking And take me seriously" I said, "I'll try my very best But we'll have to wait and see"

"We need to talk," She demands, barging into the boy dorm. Oliver looks at her in surprise. His hair damp from the shower he just took and a towel hanging low on his hips. He smirks at the way she suddenly becomes distracted by his toned chest before letting out a deep breath and forcing herself to look at him in the eyes again.

He goes to reply but his cut off by Percy "You shouldn't be in here! This is the boys dormitory," The Weasley boy lectures, eyes a sharp glare in her direction

"I need to talk to Oli," She shrugs

"This is kind of a private conversation Percy. Could you leave?"  Oliver adds, the boy scoffing

"No. It's my dorm. You're not having sex in it. Again." Percy groans

"We aren't going to have sex Percy," The girl snaps

"We could if you want," Oliver smirks

"This is a serious conversation," She snaps at him before turning back to the Percy "Please leave?"

"No. I am a prefect. I'll chaperone you to make sure nothing funny happens," He announces, sitting down on his bed.

"Fine. Oliver, what the fuck are we doing?" She questions, turning back to the boy

"I don't know what you mean,"

"Don't play dumb with me. I know you threatened Adrian to stop talking to me because Marcus Flint told me. I don't even care that much because clearly it's not him I want," She rambles a little and Oliver feels his heart glowing at the insinuation it's him that she wants. "But you can't ruin all my options and then be seeing a million girls yourself,"

"I know," He admits

"So?" She questions. He sighs, he knows that she's who he wants. That no one else could ever come close to her and yet he can't bring himself to say any of this. Oliver Wood was not the boyfriend type.

"I don't know,"

"That's fine. Just think about it and let me know," She seems dejected and he feels guilty. She'd barged in expecting this to go very differently. He nods, wishing he could find his voice and tell her he didn't need to think. He knew he wanted her. And yet he couldn't bring himself to do it.

She slips out of the room silently and Oliver groans, throwing his head back in frustration.

"You're stupid," Percy comments

"Yeah. I know,"

'Cause talks turn into sleepless nights And sleepless nights turn into love Love turns into impatience And now we both fucked up

He finds himself unable to sleep for what feels like the millionth night in a row but is actually only a week. Pulling his duvet off his body and heading into the common room. He's surprised to see a figure sat on the sofa, his confusion growing when he realises it's her.

"It's late," He comments. It had been a week since she asked him to work out what he wanted and they had spoken a little but no where near as much as normal and only in a group setting. It was like before and they both hated it.

"Can't sleep," She shrugs, staring into the dying fire.

"How long?" He questions, he knew she had problems falling to sleep sometimes and that they were usually a phase

"Couple of days. It's annoying. We have a match tomorrow and I just know I'll be exhausted,"

"You'll still play great. You always do," He compliments, still lingering a few feet away.

"You can sit if you want," She offers, seemingly loosing all her confidence when she quickly follows it with "You don't have too, obviously. Like if you're going out or something,"

"I'd like to," He assures, sitting down next to her on the sofa. A comfortable silence settles over them for a few minutes.

"Why're you up so late?" She questions

"I'm thinking. Can't turn my brain off,"

"Well, it isn't used to the whole thinking thing," She teases, he rolls his eyes, shoving her side lightly. His laugh dying in the air when his whole body seems to wake up at the feeling of her.

"I'm not a boyfriend kind of guy,"

"I know," She nods, letting out a sigh "I wish I could be some one who could do a casual thing cause I want you and I just-" she cuts herself off with a sigh. He nods, understanding exactly what she meant.

"I want so badly to say I'll make it work but I don't want to hurt you," He explains. She nods slowly.

"One kiss? Just to see what it could have been?" She questions, he smiles gently.

His lips feel warm against her and they fit together perfectly. His kiss feels like coming home and having her right there with him, having her lips on his makes Oliver feel whole. He knows he's being stupid, to not let himself have her but the last thing he wants is to hurt her and he doesn't trust himself to not hurt her.

He pulls her closer, without breaking their lips apart for even a second, until she's straddling his hips. His hands holding  her as close to him as humanly possible as her hand in his hair.

She pulls away breathless and Oliver doesn't ever want it to end.

"One day, I really hope I get to do that again," He admits

Got me stuck in the middle of lovers and friends And we're losing every part of the benefits You hurt me more than I ever knew But it's shitty 'cause I'm doing the same to you

She's hungover. Her head pounding and a sense of nausea settled in her stomach. They won the quidditch match and with victory comes a party and with a party comes a nasty hangover.

She rolled out of bed mid afternoon and trudged to an old classroom that is never used anymore that her friend group often hang out in. Grabbing a book to read while she's there.

Old desks had been charmed into sofa's and the group was so large they could rarely all find seats together in the common room and had students from other houses in, having a little room to themselves was just easier.

"There she is," Harvey grins, moving to make space next to him on a sofa, she gladly takes the seat, and shoots him a smile.

She joins in the discussion of the night before, allowing her best friend to force her to drink plenty of water. She certainly wasn't the worst hangover present but it would still do her a load of good.

Oliver enters the room a while later, a look she can't place on his face. His eyes scan the room before they land on her and he sighs, shooting her a sorry looking smile before settling in a seat on the other side of the room. She wonders for a second why he's chosen to sit so far away, lately they always seemed to sit together.

Her question is answered within seconds "So, how was your evening Wood?" Max teases from his arm chair

"Good," Oliver nods, trying not to draw any attention to himself, wishing the conversation would move on

"Oh come on. Where's the details? You hooked up with Riley Adams, she's fit," Max starts rambling about the Ravenclaw girl from the year above but to the girl the world seems silent.

She feels her heart break a little. She has no right to be angry. He told her he couldn't be in a relationship and she respected that.

But she wanted him. In every sense of the word. Having to hear he was sleeping around made her want to cry and his guilty eyes avoiding looking at her didn't make it better. Neither did her friends sympathetic smiles or Harvey telling Max to shut up.

The conversation is moved along quickly to something unrelated and she's standing up. Wanting to be as far away from Oliver Wood as possible, her best friend quick to follow her.

Stuck in the middle Stuck in the middle with you Stuck in the middle Stuck in the middle with you

Oliver finds himself missing her instantly.

Two weeks without speaking to her makes him feel like he's going insane.

He sees her in class. At practice. Hanging out in the same group.

So close he could make everything normal. Could talk to her. Could have her back in his life.

Every time he tries to, every time he approaches her between classes, tries to talk to her, tries to tell her that he knows he is stupid and that he wants her and nothing will ever change that and he wants to think with his heart and not his penis. That he knows he can trust himself to be a loyal and good boyfriend because fucking hell she was already his priority in life. She made his world turn and without her nothing made any sense. She walks away.

She avoids him like the plague.

Never allowing him close enough to talk to her.

He watched from afar as she seems heart broken. He watches as she seems like she hasn't slept in weeks. As she blinks back tears when a girl talks to him, not knowing he sends them all away as fast as he possibly can.

He misses her and he knows she misses him but she won't let him close enough to do anything about it.

Because fights turn into making up And making up turns into love Love turns into forever And that scares both of us

When he finally gets her alone he is absolutely adamant he is not going to let her slip through his fingers again.

"I was wrong" He states, standing in the doorway to the quidditch changing rooms with a look of determination in his eyes.

She turns around, only clad in sports shorts and a Gryffindor jumper and god he thinks she's an angel in front of him.

"I was wrong for a really long time. I was wrong to sleep with Riley when all I wanted was you. I was wrong to compare them all to you like they ever came close. I was wrong to think I'd be a shit boyfriend to you. Because I wouldn't. I would be a fucking incredible boyfriend because I would be doing it for you. I'd be the kind of guy who walks you to every class, who brings you flowers, who makes sure you're drinking enough water. I'd be the kind of guy who doesn't even think for a second about anyone else because you're it. You are all that matters to me. I'm scared to commit myself to someone because I never did but I never did because I've wanted you for so long and before now you were never an option. But you are now, at least I hope you are. And I would choose you a million times because it's everything to me. I know that I've hurt you and you've hurt me and it's been a lot but I want you and I pray that you want me back,"

"No sleeping with anyone else? No weird in between?"

"No, not for a second more,"

She walks towards him, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down to her and lips on his in an instant.

None of it mattered anymore. Because he wanted her and that's all she ever needed.

'Cause we're stuck in the middle of lovers and friends And we're losing every part of the benefits You hurt me more than I ever knew But it's shitty 'cause I'm doing the same to you

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“If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have felt okay about leaving Nico at the camp. I figured if there were people like you there, Nico would be fine.” -Bianca di Angelo, Chapter Twelve, The Titan's Curse.

This hurts, because as someone said the other day, Percy was the reason he left. Also, at least in the first series, Percy didn’t really try super hard to get Nico to stay.

Like yeah, there’s a bit where he half heartedly tries to get him to stay at camp at the end of BotL, but not really.

“This camp isn’t for me. There’s a reason they didn’t put a cabin to Hades here, Percy. He’s not welcome, any more than he is on Olympus. I have to go.”

“I wanted to argue, but part of me knew he was right. I didn’t like it, but Nico would have to find his own, dark way.”  -Battle of the Labyrinth, Chapter Nineteen.

Like sure he doesn’t like it, but surely he could have said something like, Hades is cast out, but he shouldn’t be. You can help prove that to people, or Camp is for everyone regardless of who their parent is etc... also his own dark way?? Like he was manipulated by Minos and redeemed himself didn’t he?

Percy himself has noted earlier in the book that Nico is not doing well:

“His olive skin had turned paler. He wore ripped black jeans and a battered aviator’s jacket that was several sizes too big, unzipped over a black shirt. His face was grimy, his eyes a little wild. He looked like a kid who’s been living on the streets.” -Battle of the Labyrinth, Chapter Two

“An exchange the ghost said. A soul for a soul.”

“I’ve offered!” - Battle of the Labyrinth, Chapter Two

Like this kid was willing to die to bring his sister back, and is clearly facing intense grief, isolation, depression and loneliness. 

“A tear traced its way down his face.” -  Battle of the Labyrinth, Chapter Two.  Like someone help him??

“He looked thinner and paler than he had in the Iris-messages. I wonder if he’d eaten in the last week. His black clothes were dusty from travelling in the Labyrinth...” -Battle of the Labyrinth, Chapter Eight.

“I put out my hand. He shook reluctantly. His hand was as cold as ice.” - Battle of the Labyrinth, Chapter Nineteen. Like didn’t that worry him? Clearly it’s not healthy if he’s freezing in August???

Nico is eleven at this point! He’s an eleven year old with no parents (cos the gods don’t count really), no friends, no house, no money (I don’t think at least) he looks like he’s starving to death, and he’s clearly not healthy physically or mentally and Percy was just like okay go on then, see you later probably. Nico can’t exactly go live in the mortal world, and he has nowhere to live in the demigod/god world either. It’s just frustrating.

I know Percy is fourteen/fifteen at this point and he probably didn’t think about it properly, but he knew to an extent. Hence quotes. Like !!!!

Also:

“Is that blue birthday cake?”

“He sounded hungry, maybe a little wistful.”

-Battle of the Labyrinth, Chapter Twenty.

PERCY HE’S LITERALLY STARVING. IS THIS NOT WORRYING TO YOU???

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last-minute | o.w

warnings: baby curse

You had known Oliver Wood longer than you cared to admit, and you knew him better than you ever dare acknowledge. And as with all things, there were ups and down to knowing Oliver Wood in the way you did. On the bright side, you got free tickets to watch him play keeper for Puddlemere United, and when your apartment was fumigated, you got a free place to stay. On the not-so-bright side, however, you had to deal with all his odd quirks and bad habits.

"Good Merlin, stop knocking, Oliver." It didn't take a genius to know that the only moron knocking at your door at 2am was mostly likely Oliver Wood. "Stop it, you quaffle-headed dork, I'm coming."

"Hello, love," Oliver grinned, sliding into your flat the second you opened the door. "Looking quite, um, well, dreadful."

"I hate you, Oliver. Why are you even here?" you groaned, turning to look at your appearance in the mirror. You hated to admit it, but you did look like you got ran over by some sort of magical creature. Of course, on the other hand, you couldn't name a single person who looked stunning at 2 am. "Well? I haven't got all night- some people need to sleep."

"You and Sleep- that is why you were a so-so chaser," Oliver teased, plopping himself down on your couch. "Anyway, I was flying a few laps because I couldn't fall asleep, right? And, I suddenly remember I marked that I was bringing a guest to Antonio Reeves's wedding. So, what do you say? Up for a night of dancing tonight?"

"First off, Wood, I was a so-so chaser because you were always riding my ass, and I liked pissing you off by skipping practice. Second off, did I mention I hate you?" You asked, grabbing a mug and pouring you and Oliver a cup of tea.

"Come on, I swear this is the last time I'll ask you to be my last-minute date to a teammate's wedding," Oliver pled, his mouth set in a begging pout and his eyes staring at you expectantly. "I also promise that if you catch the bouquet, I'll marry you, so you'll be the bride instead of the wedding guest."

"Do you not know how RSVPs work? If you don't have a date, you don't mark that you're bringing a guest," You explained, slowly as if Oliver were a first-year student learning about charms. "Also, thanks for that oh so romantic proposal."

"I'm choosing to ignore that last part- just so you know. As for the first part, y/n, I'll have you know that I do know how RSVPs work. I just, you know, figure, well, we'd go together like we ordinarily do. I simply forgot to ask you sooner," Oliver shrugged, taking a long sip of tea.

"Wow, you are annoying at two in the morning," you stated plainly, putting your feet up on the coffee table that was placed between you and Oliver. "You can't just expect me to-to drop all my plans to be your date to a teammate's wedding. You shouldn't expect me to drop any plans I have at all!"

Oliver shifted in his seat, his eyes looking away from you and down to his tea. "I didn't think you would mind with us being, you know, well, us."

"Wow, Ollie, you're so specific," you deadpanned, moving your legs off of the coffee table. "I'm going to bed- please, Ollie, lock the door when you're done with your tea."

You turned on your heels, quick enough that you just barely felt the soft breeze of Oliver trying to catch your wrist. "Y/N, you know what I mean."

"Do I?" you snapped, whipping your head to look at Oliver. "You never have a date to an important event, and we always end up going together. You don't do it in a way that makes me think you like me- no, it's never not last-minute, and you ask me like you had asked every other girl you know beforehand. It was cute, Oliver, the first-time. It was cute watching you look up at me with puppy dogs eyes, ashamed you couldn't find someone else to bring along. Now, it's embarrassing- for me."

"Why? I don't ask any other girls before I ask you, honest. I just never think, well, you'd mind being asked late," Oliver argued back, although you were confident he didn't fully understand why you two were arguing in the first place.

"You may be the best damn keeper in the UK, but you are the worst when it comes to girls," you remarked, placing your hands on your hips. "Don't you notice that all of our Hogwarts friends are getting married and serious with people? Even Percy Weasley has been going out on dates with Penelope. I'm twenty-nine, Oliver, and I'm waiting for you to take me more seriously than a last-minute date. I keep my weekends free in case you need some date, or you're bored. I keep my nights open for when you want me to keep you company at the Quidditch Stadium. I can't keep it up anymore, though."

"I don't think I understand," Oliver stated slowly, his eyes trained on you. You swear you could see his mind trying to comprehend what you were saying. "You're waiting for me?"

"Yes. For the past decade, I've been waiting for you, and now, I just- just can't. It's exhausting waiting for a guy who is completely blind," you gasped, the conversation wearing down your nerve. "I really need to get to bed. One last night. I'll be your date this one last time, and after that, I think we should say goodbye."

Oliver dropped his head, staring down at his keeper gloves that were pulled over his hands, tight and fitted. He knew everything about the pair- they were the ones you had given him the first year he was named captain of the Quidditch team. "I guess I'll pick you up at eight, then."

"Oh, okay," you sighed, secretly hoping he would say something more grand and romantic than that. "Night, Oliver."

You leaned against the doorframe, the echoes of the soft pop of apparition ringing in your ears. "Well, that answers that question, doesn't it, Leia?" You looked at your owl, her brown feathers ruffled by the sudden shouts that had filled the flat. "No, you're right. I'm better off without him."

You turned around, reminding yourself to breathe. Perhaps it didn't end how you thought, but at least there were not more 'what ifs' and 'maybes' between you two. You started towards your bedroom when you heard a pop, just loud enough to catch your attention.

"I don't know what I'm doing, y/n," Oliver mumbled- his customary confident and outgoing tone, suddenly earnest and thoughtful. "I don't want this to be our last night together. Hell, I've wanted us to be together since our 4th year when you won us the game against Hufflepuff. I just- we just- things got difficult after Hogwarts. You weren't around as much, and things just seemed so much more grown-up. I had a plan to tell you I loved you- the night before we were going to leave Hogwarts forever- but I couldn't bring myself to say the words. Then, it seemed too childish once we got jobs, and then, the war-"

"Shut up, Oliver," you grinned, tears pooling in your eyes. Maybe he wasn't an eloquent speaker when it didn't come to Hogwarts, but he was everything else you wanted. "Shut up, kiss me, and then let me beat your ass in a 1 on 1 game of quidditch."

Oliver smiled, snaking an arm around your waist. You nodded your head once his eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes. Then, like after every winning game, fireworks.

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Weasley Twins/Cedric Diggory Imagines - Accidental Meeting - Part 4

AN: As you read this take into consideration that things are changed from the books/movie plots in order to fit my storyline together. This chapter is quite short but I’ll have another up soon!!

Overall Summary: (Y/n), is a young witch who always kept her head down due to her complicated past; one day she bumps quite literally into one of the most popular boys in Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory, and that’s when (Y/n)’s plan of keeping her head down seems to go up into the air. Things only seem to worsen when two redheaded twins start to take notice too...

This Chapter: Remus tries to talk to (y/n) about her Boggart experience but  when news is out that Sirius Black is inside the castle there are other problems at hand...

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Pairing(s): Cedric Diggory x Reader, (Eventual) George Weasley x Reader, (Platonic) Fred Weasley x Reader, (Platonic) Oliver Wood x Reader

Word Count: 2,606

Warnings: Some language, angst 

Lupin guided you to his office, his arm comfortingly wrapped around you still. 

He offered you a seat and a glass of water which you took. 

“Now, (y/n), I’ll admit I was curious to see what the boggart would turn into for you but I didn’t expect to see what I did.” Lupin confessed, sitting on the edge of his desk as he folded his hands on his lap. 

“What? My mother?” You scoffed, taking a sip of the cool water. 

“Not exactly.” Remus’s eyes flickered from his hands up to your face. “I believe that what you fear is not your mother or your father, (y/n). I believe you fear becoming like them.” 

“Excuse me?” You were taken back by the professors bold confession. 

“The boggart may have taken the shape of your mother but it was very clear that the arm that the boggart reached towards you with was the arm that usually bares the dark mark.” Remus started to explain his theory. “I may be new (y/n), but I do hear the whispers that go around the students. Now, your parents were very impressive dark wizards and they did terrible things but just because you are their blood, does not mean you are like them.”

“It’s easy enough to say that but people don’t understand. They hear my name and all I see is fear.”

“You are in charge of your own path, things may happen that will change things sometimes but at the end of the day, when it all comes down to it, you are who you choose to be.” Remus’ words only passed through your head, you were still too shaken from the experience to really absorb his advice. 

“May I be excused, sir?” You didn’t know how to respond to his previous speech and wanted to just be alone for a little while. 

“Think about what I said.” Remus opened his office door for you, leaning on it as he waited for you to walk out. “Your parents are far away from here, don’t let them control your life, (y/n).”

You sent the professor a forced smile as you left. 

You didn’t want to be around anyone which didn’t exactly help as everywhere you could go people would be; the common room, your dorm, the library etc. 

“Miss Seyler!” McGonagall’s voice echoed down the staircase as she saw you start to descend them. “Miss Seyler, may I have a word?” 

You slowed and waited for your head of house to reach you. 

“What can I do for you, professor?” You asked her politely even though you just wanted to run off across the grounds to avoid any more confrontation. 

“It’s not what you can do for me, Miss Seyler, it’s what can I do for you...” She corrected you, “I heard about the incident in class with the boggart from one of your fellow students and I wanted to know if you’d like me to speak with the other professors about talking to the students and telling them to stop discussing your kin?” 

You knew she meant well but the last thing you needed was for students to think you were weak and pathetic by getting the teachers to practically ban any talk about your parents.  

“Honestly, Professor, it wasn’t that great of a deal. I’m fine.” You tried to convince her but her glasses shifted on her nose as she scrunched her brow in disbelief. 

“Miss Seyler, now I know you prefer to keep your head down and out of things but it’s becoming increasingly obvious that your fellow students are talking about you, spreading false rumours and if I’m being honest almost scaring the younger years and I won't have it.” McGonagall confessed. 

“Professor, whilst I appreciate the fact you care about what’s happening. I’m sure it won’t be long until somebody else takes the limelight for a little while. Most likely, Harry Potter and his two friends.” You were trying to sound positive but you weren’t sure it was working. 

“I’m going to discuss this with Albus and mark my words, Miss Seyler, this bullying will not be tolerated.” And with that McGonagall excused herself. 

You audibly groaned at the thought of Dumbledore suggesting that students should be told not to discuss your family but you had some relief in knowing that Dumbledore would be the last person to stop people having conversations especially about people they should be worried about like your parents and the Dark Lord. 

You watched McGonagall rush down the stairs most likely to try and grab Dumbledore before supper. 

You tightened your grip on your book bag as you decided where was the safest place to avoid people for the next couple hours and you settled on one of the archways near the schools entrance. No one would be leaving the castle with supper so close and it was a weekday so students would have to return to their common rooms afterwards to study for the evening.

You swiftly found a place inside an arch, pulling out your uncles letter and reading it again. 

You sighed, lowering the letter as you thought about your uncle and the stress he must be under at home all alone. You looked out across the grounds as the wind softly blowed past you, it was cold with it being the end of October but you weren't bothered too much by it as the arch sheltered you somewhat.

The smells from the kitchens and great hall filled the wind and made your stomach rumble. You knew you’d have to dig into your stash of treats later on and possibly harass Wood for some of his trunk full of snacks.

 As you scanned across the grounds, you spotted a large black dog off to the side of the school.

You thought it must've been one of Hagrid's new adoptions but Hagrid was no where to be seen. 

You watched it sneak along a wall until it stopped and looked towards you. 

You knew it was looking directly at you. You could feel it. 

The black dog narrowed its eyes at you before slipping round a corner and disappearing. 

A strange shiver rolled down your spine but you shrugged it off as you tucked your letter away and pulled out one of your potions books. 

“Blimey, Miss Seyler, what are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be in the great hall for supper like everyone else?” Hagrid’s voice brought you from your book and as you looked towards the clock tower you saw you had been sat there for an hour already. 

“Guess I just got sucked into my book.” You lied, you didn’t need to tell him you didn’t want to be in supper. 

“Well, you best run along, it’s getting dark out. Don’t wanna be getting into trouble now.” Hagrid gestured towards the sunset and you gathered your things to do as he said. 

“Hagrid?” You suddenly remembered the large black dog, “Do you have another dog? Besides Fang?” 

“No, why?” Hagrid shook his bushy head, 

“Its just I saw a large black dog on the grounds earlier. I just thought he was yours.” You explained, pointing to where you saw it. 

“It’s prob’ly a creature from the forrest, I suspect. Sometimes, they get too close to the castle, I’m sure Dumbledore will sort it out if it happens again.” Hagrid didn't seem too bothered by the news so you felt more relaxed at the sighting. 

“Okay, see you later, Professor.” 

“I’m still not used to the sound of that.” Hagrid beamed as you bid him goodbye.

As you went further into the castle you could hear the chatter and footsteps of students leaving supper so you just took yourself back to the common room. 

When you started to climb the stairs, you noticed some kind of backlog. 

“What's going on?” Harry Potter stood in front of you with his friendship group. 

“Probably Neville forgot the password again.” Ron grumbled, 

“Hey.”Neville Longbottom spoke up from behind the boys.

“Oh, you're there.” Ron didn’t exactly apologise for the remark.

“Let me through, please. Excuse me! I'm Head Boy! Get back, all of you. No one is to enter this dormitory until it's been searched.” Percy Weasley announced from the top of the stairs by the common room entrance.

“The Fat Lady! She's gone!” Ginny Weasley, the twins youngest sibling, rushed through the crowd to tell Ron, Harry and Hermione. 

“Serves her right. She was a terrible singer.” Ron remarked, 

“It's not funny, Ron.” Hermione scolded him. 

“Keep calm, everyone.  Be quiet.” Percy continued shouting above all the muttering. 

“Excuse me.” Dumbledore passed you as Percy announced his arrival. 

“Make way. The headmaster's here.” 

You watched the headmaster reach the top of the stairs to see the painting was torn and the fat lady really was missing. 

“Mr. Filch? Round up the ghosts. Tell them to search every painting in the castle to find the Fat Lady.” Dumbledore told Filch as Filch clung onto his cat, scanning around at the surrounding paintings. 

“There's no need for ghosts, Professor. The Fat Lady's there.” Filch found her quickly as he pointed up the wall. 

There was a sudden commotion of people rushing to see followed by Dumbledore dodging his way through students to reach her. 

“Dear lady, who did this to you?” Dumbledore asked as she hid behind a hippo in a safari painting. 

“Eyes like the devil, he's got, and a soul as dark as his name. It's him, headmaster. The one they all talk about. He's here, somewhere in the castle!” She rambled, still frightened out of her wits. “Sirius Black!” 

The name sent ripples through the surrounding students as they began to panic. 

“Secure the castle, Mr. Filch. The rest of you, to the Great Hall.” Dumbledore summoned all students to the great hall. 

“There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Oliver grabbed hold of your arm as he squeezed his way through some third years in the great hall. 

“I was––”

“Silence! Now, as you may have heard, Sirius Black has been sighted inside the castle. Now, the castle is going to be searched by the staff but for now, I wish all students to remain in here until further notice.” Dumbledore waved his wand and all the benches began to stack themselves to the side as a stack of sleeping bags and pillows piled in the corner. 

“Guess we are spending the night in here.” One of the third years whispered to their friends. 

“No one shall leave this hall unattended. Anyone who requires the use of the bathrooms will be accompanied by a teacher or prefect.” Dumbledore finished his announcement before leaving the great hall with Snape, McGonagall and Filch.

You noticed Percy and Penelope had taken it upon themselves to start handing out the sleeping bags and pillows so you and Oliver got in line for one. 

“Why weren’t you at dinner this evening?” Oliver didn’t waste any time with the questions. 

“Something happened, I didn’t feel like being surrounded by gossip.” You muttered to him, keeping your voice low so no one could eavesdrop. 

“I heard something about––” 

“––Can we not discuss it right now?” You cut the boy short, sending him a look of warning. 

You took your bedding and made your way over to a space in the hall. 

You pretended not to notice the small gatherings of people discussing both your classroom incident and Sirius Black from each corner of the hall. 

“Are you actually going to tell me what’s going on with you or do I have to get the twins to annoy you so much you have to come and talk to me?” Oliver cocked his eyebrows at you as he laid his sleeping bag down and sat on top of it. 

“It’s a long story.” You sighed, doing the same.

“Well, it looks like we are gonna be here all night so I’d start talking now.” 

You were thankful you still had your book bag with you as you dug through it and pulled out Demetrius’ letter. 

“Well I guess we’ll start with the beginning of the day.” You handed him the letter so he could read it whilst you eyed around the hall to make sure no one was paying too much attention to the two of you. 

“He thinks your parents could escape? Do you think the Ministry could be hiding something from him?” Oliver whispered, handing back the letter. 

“I’m not sure. He’s always been paranoid but it doesn’t seem quite right. I feel like they could be lying about their new security being so high.” You put the letter away quickly before anyone could spot it or someone nosey like Snape.

You quietened down when the twins came over with several other Gryffindor boys to join you and Wood. 

You were thankful you had a book with you so you could ignore anymore conversations. You didn’t want to think about Sirius Black or how he even got into the castle in the first place. It only made you feel more nervous. 

As the hours passed, the chatter died down and soon the snoring started. 

You lied beside Oliver, both of you still awake but tucked into your sleeping bags. 

“I heard about the boggart.” Wood whispered, moving onto his side to face you.  

You pursed your lips into a thin line and sighed quietly, moving onto your side to do the same. 

“It was her. My mother.” You whispered back, “It seemed so real.”

“That’s why they’re scary bastards but it was just a boggart.” Oliver reassured you. 

“I know. Professor Lupin spoke to me after I ran out of the room. He was telling me something about how I shouldn’t listen to what everyone says about me being like them. He told me the boggart wasn’t even my mother but the fear of being like her.” You leant closer to Olivers pillow to speak as the light snores of surrounding students weren’t quite loud enough to hide your discussion.

“And what do you think?” Oliver asked, 

“I don’t know. I just know I never want to see her in front of me again.” You confessed, your eyes growing dark with anger and concern. 

“You won’t have to.” Oliver tried to say confidently but after Sirius Black, who really knew what could happen. 

Both yours and Olivers heads turned when one of the doors opened, letting in the light from the corridor outside. 

You spotted Cedric guiding some first year out of the hall and towards the bathroom. You almost forgot he was a prefect.

“You know what I also heard today?” Oliver had more amusement in his voice now. 

“What?” You whispered, turning your head back to face him. 

“I heard that Diggory walked you to charms earlier. I also heard you two were tucked away privately in a corner of the library.” Oliver wiggled his eyebrows at you and you reached across to pinch him. 

Oliver hissed, rubbing his arm before laughing quietly at your actions.

“He’s not who I would pick for you but at least, he’s a good quidditch player, I’ll give him that.” Oliver’s comment made you roll over with a quiet groan. 

“Who said you even get any say in who I choose to spend time with?” You whispered over your shoulder. 

“Well I am your closest friend after all.” Wood swiftly replied. You couldn’t help but know that was the truth. 

“Goodnight Oliver.” You didn’t want to admit he was right so you ended the conversation there. 

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