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“Times Are Changing”

Angst! Angst! Angst!

FrostValley on Wattpad requested a Glasswood one-shot, and y’all voted for it to be angsty. So, here it is.

Tagging @rypnami and @butternutt613

Word count: 2,600+

Comments and reblogs are appreciated

“That match was brilliant!” shouted Radiant Glasspetal.

She and Oliver Wood made their way down the purple-carpeted stairs of the stadium, walking slowly through the crowd of Quidditch fans. Ireland had just won the Quidditch World Cup in an incredibly tense match against Bulgaria and the excitement in the air was getting to everyone.

As the couple walked along the dirt path with the sea of people, leprechauns danced above their heads, cackling and waving the lanterns illuminating the area. Trying to see everything, Radiant’s head constantly swiveled from side to side, her red ponytail smacking any and all nearby objects.

“Aye.” Oliver ducked to avoid his girlfriend’s whip-like hair. “Pure dead brilliant.”

As they moved, the duo talked non-stop about the match they had just witnessed; Oliver consistently bringing up how skilled both Keepers were and Radiant emphasizing how flawlessly the Irish Chasers worked together. 

Troy, Mullet, and Moran, Ireland’s Chasers, passed the Quaffle from one another like a well-oiled machine during the match. The trio scored point after point as if it was absolutely nothing. They gave Radiant so many ideas that she had to try with Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell, her fellow Gryffindor Chasers.

Radiant and Oliver were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn’t notice a figure struggling to get to them until she was right there.

“All I’m saying is that we have a lot to – ah!” Radiant was cut off mid sentence by someone wrapping arms around her neck in a hug. She got a mouthful of brown curls as she tried to speak. “Hadlee, I was in the middle of a conversation!”

Hadlee Euphoric, a Hufflepuff sixth year, pulled away from Radiant with a small grin. While some Quidditch fans, like Oliver and Radiant, simply wore sweaters or hats supporting the Ireland team, there were others like Hadlee who went a little farther. Her normally tan face was painted a dark evergreen, making the girl look like some sort of strange nymph. 

“Ced and I are having a campfire,” said Hadlee. Her silver eyes glistened in the torchlight of the leprechauns, making her look even more inhuman than she already did. “You want to come?”

Even though it was incredibly late, Radiant didn’t feel at all tired. She imagined she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep even if she went to bed right at that moment, and guessed Oliver felt the same based on how vigorously he was speaking before. 

“I’m fine with it.” answered Radiant.

“So’m I,” Oliver added. “Lead the way.”

As Hadlee led the two through the large crowd of people, Radiant would catch bits and pieces of conversations from the groups around them. Some talked about the skills of the players, others mentioned Viktor Krum’s nosebleed, but almost everyone was talking about Quidditch. 

As the three brushed through the mob of Quidditch fans, Radiant caught the fragments of a conversation that she didn’t quite understand.

“–strike at three.”

Something about the way the three words were spoken sent a chill down her spine. Radiant craned her neck to look around the crowd and find the speaker, but it was just no use. There were just too many people and too many voices.

The rational part of her brain told her that she was fine. She didn’t catch the full conversation and making baseless assumptions based on three words was a waste of time. 

A few minutes later, they arrived at the Diggory family’s tent. Cedric Diggory, another sixth year Hufflepuff, sat outside of the tent in a lawn chair facing a small bonfire. He got to his feet, waving at Radiant and Oliver with a large smile on his face. On one of his cheeks was a green shamrock the same color as Hadlee’s painted face.

“Wood. Glasspetal,” he greeted. “Glad you could come.”

The lingering thoughts Radiant had about the conversation she overheard melted away as soon as her eyes landed on the mug of hot chocolate in his hands. It looked and smelled absolutely delicious. 

“You’re welcome to have some,” Hadlee said, seeing Radiant’s gaze. 

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Oliver chuckled as Radiant walked to the canister containing the drink before turning to Cedric. “I’m surprised Hadlee was able to find us.” 

“Well, the thing about Hufflepuffs” – he took a sip of hot chocolate – “is that we are very good finders.”

“You’re also very good at losing Quidditch matches.”

“Shut up.”

As the four sat by the campfire they continued the conversation about the Quidditch match. The cheering of Ireland fans never ceased, even after the midnight hour.

The warmth coming from the fire and the gentle pressure of Oliver’s head on her legs filled Radiant with bliss. Her fingers ran through his short brown hair over and over again.

Radiant didn’t remember falling asleep. All she knew was that, very suddenly, Oliver was shaking her awake.

“Get up! Radiant, come on!”

Radiant sat up quickly, banging her forehead against his.

“Sorry.” she apologized groggily.

As she rubbed her forehead, she was startled by the change in noises around the campsite. Rather than drunken singing, she heard screams and the sound of people running. Something was very, very wrong.

With no explanation, Oliver grabbed her wrist and started to run. The first few paces, Radiant stumbled and tripped before finding her footing. She looked down at the wrist that held her own, squinting at his watch.

3:07.

Strike at three.

“You need to get to the woods,” said Oliver. “Hide.”

“Surely you jest!” Radiant planted her feet on the dirt and pulled him back, bringing them face to face. “I’m not leaving you.”

Oliver began to protest. “Radiant–”

“This isn’t up for discussion,” Radiant snapped. She drew her elm wand out from one of her jean pockets. “Come on.”

Whether it was the look of determination on her face or the lack of time needed to argue, Oliver drew out his olive wand without a word of protest. 

With a tight grip on his hand, Radiant started to run against the stream of screaming people. They were all fleeing from something, a thing that made loud bangs, but what it was she didn’t know.

Drunken yells, loud jeering, and roars of laughter were drifting towards them; before a burst of strong green light clearly illuminated the scene. 

A large number of wizards, their wands pointing straight up, were slowly moving in a tightly packed formation across the field. Their heads were covered by hoods and faces hidden behind masks. High above them, floating about sixty feet in the midair, were four struggling figures moving in extremely unnatural and distorted ways. 

Radiant froze, her mouth open wide in horror, as she realized two of the figures were children. One of the kids, a little girl, made eye contact with her, tears and snot streaming down her face.

Seeing the fear in her eyes is what broke Radiant out of her stunned stupor. It filled her with rage.

“Diffindo!” Radiant yelled, right as Oliver shouted “Bombarda!”

Her severing charm hit a few of the figures while his blasting spell hit one, sending them flying backwards in the air.

“We’re going to help the Ministry!” Radiant heard her Uncle, Arthur Weasley, yell behind her. “You lot — get into the woods, and stick together. I’ll come and fetch you when we’ve sorted this out!”

Three of her cousins: Bill, Charlie, and Percy Weasley sprinted up to her and Oliver, their wands out and sleeves rolled up. A few moments later, her Uncle Arthur joined them. All four of the Weasley men had matching looks of disgust and anger on their faces.

“We need to get through to the center!” Bill yelled. 

“No shite!” Radiant shouted. “Protego!”

The semi-transparent shield charm deflected a burst of red energy right before it hit the group. Oliver, Bill, Charlie, Percy, and Arthur threw up their own as multiple blasts started to fall on them like rain.

“We can’t do anything that might end up hurting the muggles!” called out Arthur, his voice strained and barely audible against all the roar of the spells hitting the group.

Other Ministry of Magic wizards joined the six, trying to combat the large crowd, but there were simply too many. They were largely outnumbered.

Radiant’s grip on Oliver’s hand tightened as she fought against hex after hex. She could feel her anxiety start to rise, but forced herself to keep moving. Every second counted. One misstep, and someone could die.

Okay, she really needed to stop thinking like that.

“Radiance, Charlie, and Wood could fly up and grab the muggles!” suggested Percy, jumping to the side to avoid the lime green blast of an Unforgivable Curse.

“Perce, we were roommates for seven years ya crabbit. I’m pretty sure you can call me Oliver at this point.” Oliver raised his wand. “Depulso!”

“And you know I hate it when you call me by my full name!” Radiant added.

“Just shut up and get your brooms! Protego!”

Considering she had no better plan, Radiant decided to listen to Percy. While under his protection, she raised her wand, not for a curse but for a summoning charm. “Accio broom!” she shouted.

The lanterns that had illuminated the campground had been put out amidst the chaos, but Radiant could make out a sleek black shape making its way over through the darkness very fast. Her Nimbus 2000 flew into her outstretched hand.

Moving quickly, Radiant mounted her broom. She glanced over at Oliver, who was on his own broom, and tried to ignore the sense of dread that was flooding over her.

“We’ll distract them for you!” hollard Arthur. “Just be ready to grab the muggles!”

Gripping onto her broom handle with one hand and wand with the other, Radiant kicked off the ground and quickly rose to the air in a streak of red and green.

As soon as she, Charlie, and Oliver were in the air, Arthur and Percy raised their wands to the sky while Bill kept up the shield charm. “Periculum!” she heard them shout.

Red sparks descended onto the dark wizards like muggle fireworks. The Imperius Curse that was holding the victims in the air was suddenly lifted, leaving the family of four floating in the air for a second before they started to free fall.

Radiant pointed her broom down and flew after one of the muggles, the little girl she first saw. She wrapped her left arm around her, hoisting her onto her shoulder in a fireman’s carry before pulling up on the handle. Right before they were going to crash, the Nimbus 2000 arched up above the ground and back into the sky.

Moving slowly and gently, Radiant adjusted the young girl so she was sitting on the broom as well. Tears and snot were still going down her round face.

“It’s going to be okay,” said Radiant in a soothing voice. “You’re going to be okay.”

“Crucio!”

Radiant yanked her broom to the side, narrowly missing the curse directed at her. It seemed like the dark wizards had recovered from the chaos enough to start shooting things again.

“Hold on tight!”

She slipped her wand into her back pocket so she could hold onto the girl with both hands before quickly guiding the broom away. Blasts of green and red alike followed her across the sky. She couldn’t see anything with all the smoke around them, so she could only hope it was the same for everyone below her.

Charlie flew past her, holding the two unconscious muggle adults with each arm. Aside from being knocked out, they looked fine. As did Charlie, except for the rip in his shirt.

“Come on, we need to get them somewhere safe,” he said.

Weaving past curses and hexes, Charlie led Radiant away from the smoke and down in a nearby clearing where three figures sat. Fred, George, and Ginny Weasley looked up as the two landed, gawping at the muggles. 

“Watch them until me, Dad, Bill, or Perce come back for you and stay here,” Charlie ordered.

Radiant picked up the little girl and handed her shaking body over to Fred.

“Don’t worry,” she said to her. “Come morning, you won’t remember any of this.”

She kicked off the ground again, flying back to the area where the dark wizards were beforehand to look for Oliver.

Radiant heard him cry out in pain before she saw him.

The smouldering mess that used to be his broom burned like kindling in a campfire. A few feet away from the broom was Oliver, on the ground in front of the little boy, getting hit with the Cruciatus Curse.

A similar rage to seeing the tortured girl filled Radiant’s body, and she saw red.

“BOMBARDA!” Radiant screamed.

The explosion went off in the middle of where the dark wizards stood, sending both them and dirt flying everywhere. She jumped off of her broom, landing in front of her boyfriend with her wand raised.

“EXPELLIARMUS! CONFRINGO! FLIPENDO! INCENDIO!”

Radiant casted wave after wave of spell with such force and veracity she never had before. She knew that if she wanted to, she would be able to cast an Unforgivable Curse in that very moment.

“ACCIO! DESCENDO! GLACIUS! DIFFINDO-”

“Radiant, stop!”

Arthur Weasley rushed towards his niece, holding his own wand in the air in surrender when she pointed hers at him. 

“Radiant, they’ve fallen. They aren’t hurting him anymore.”

All of the anger she felt rushed out of her body like a deflated balloon. All ten of the dark wizards that had been there were on the ground with injuries she caused. A few of them were even moaning out in pain.

“Oh Merlin.” gasped Radiant. “What have I done?”

“Radiant?”

She looked down at the ground at Oliver before kneeling down beside him. He raised his hand, weakly pressing it against her cheek.

“Bloody hell,” he rasped. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

Radiant placed her hand over his bloodied one, pressing it closer to her face. She tried to even her breathing by taking deep breaths through her nose.

“You could never get on my bad side. You’re a Keeper.” said Radiant.

“Ha ha. I haven’t heard that before.”

She snorted and moved his arm around her shoulder, helping him stand up; her other arm moving to his waist.

Supporting each other, Radiant and Oliver stumbled over to Bill and Percy with Arthur. Bill had a cut on his arm that was bleeding profusely and Percy was sporting a bleeding nose.

The sound of loud gasping and cries brought their movement to a halt. Loud popping filled the clearing seconds after, a sign that people were Disapparating.

Arthur Weasley looked behind the group up at the sky, his eyes wide, before Disapparating himself.

Turning, Radiant looked to the place in the sky where Arthur was looking. She let out a gasp herself.

High above the trees of the nearby forest was a massive skull, made of what looked like millions of green stars, with a serpent going out of its mouth like a tongue. As they watched, it went higher and higher. 

All of the clearing erupted in screams. Radiant didn’t fully understand why, as it was just a skull, but she figured it was because of the sudden appearance of it. 

It wasn’t until she saw Bill’s bloodless face that she realized that wasn’t the reasoning.

“What is it?” Oliver asked.

Bill shook his head.

“You were all too young,” he muttered. “None of you would remember it–”

“Just tell us!” Radiant snapped.

Her own tone surprised her, as Bill was her favorite cousin, but she was tired and irritated with being in the dark about things.

“It’s Dark Mark.” Percy’s voice was barely audible. “You-Know-Who’s sign. I read about it in the Ministry.”

The four were silent. The only noise came from the screaming and panicked cries of the witches and wizards around them.

It was a few moments before Oliver broke the silence, his voice soft.

“What does it mean?” 

Silence. 

Then, Bill spoke. “It means things are going to be changing around here.” 

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Radiant, holding newborn Spruce: alright, we got a first name. What should his middle name be?

Oliver: Quidd-

Radiant: we aren’t naming our son Spruce Quidditch Wood

Oliver: 🥲

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I need to write it at some point, but during the Battle of Hogwarts, Oliver gets a severe leg injury that prevents him from playing Quidditch

That doesn’t stop him from going to Radiant’s Quidditch matches

I just have an idea of him and Harry sitting together screaming for their wives dressed in full Holyhead Harpies merch

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WIP - the Yule Ball

Ft. Radiant Glasspetal and George Weasley

. . . . .

Radiant stood alone in the Great Hall watching her fellow Hogwarts students dance around and have fun at the Yule Ball. The sixth year, who normally dressed in trousers instead of skirts for her uniform, felt way too vulnerable in the golden dress she now wore. The heels Angelina insisted she wore were extremely uncomfortable and gave her sores on her feet.

Watching Cedric Diggory and Hadlee Euphoric dance in the center of the crowd in perfect harmony made her chest tight. She would have been down there with Oliver if he didn’t graduate the year before. The couple made Radiant miss her boyfriend even more than she already did.

She looked away as they kissed, trying to focus on anything, anything else.

“You know, you would look a lot prettier if you smiled.”

Radiant had been too busy watching everyone that she didn’t even notice George Weasley sneaking up behind her. She almost didn’t recognize him

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Radiant Glasspetal and the First Quidditch Match

“I earned this spot,” Radiant Glasspetal muttered to herself. “I deserve to be here.”

The young second year sat outside the locker room, her broom in hand and her red Quidditch robe sprawled out around her body. 

“I deserve to be here,” she repeated. 

No, you don’t, Radiant thought.

“I worked har... hard.”

You really didn’t.

“I’m a good Chaser.”

Your older brothers are good Chasers. You’re not.

Radiant couldn’t hold back the negative thoughts anymore. It was as if a dam had been broken, and nothing was holding back the rushing waves of doubt and fear.

You don’t deserve to play Quidditch for Gryffindor.

You’re weak.

The only reason you are on the team is because they pity you.

You’re small.

Zach and Artie are ashamed of you.

You’re pathetic.

You’ll never make it Puddlmere United.

Because of you, the team will lose.

You should just leave.

“Radiant?”

It’s not like no one will notice you’re gone.

“Radiant.”

You should just quit.

“Glasspetal, come on.”

Quit.

Quit.

QUIT.

“Hey!”

Radiant sharply gasped, blinking her eyes profusely. Apparently she had been crying at some point, based on the wet feeling on her face. She didn’t even notice her visitor at first.

Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor team Keeper and Captain, was inches away from her face. His brown eyes pierced into her’s with such intensity, it seemed as if he was staring into her very soul.

“Scared Radiant?” The fourth year asked.

Radiant wiped her nose. “A little.”

“That’s alright. Felt the same way before my first game.” He helped her stand up from the bench, rubbing the dirt off her uniform. “Though, your brothers told me not to tell you about it.” Oliver delivered that last part with a wink.

He just pities you.

He doesn’t actually believe in you.

Why should he? You’re just a second year.

Radiant bit her lip to keep from crying again. Oliver, seeming to notice this, reached into his Quidditch robe.

“Where did I put that- oh, here it is.” He handed her a white handkerchief. Upon further inspection, Radiant saw a small golden snitch on the corner along with his initials: O. S. W. 

He waited for her to wipe her face before speaking again.

“You’re probably thinking a lot of real negative thoughts right now.”

“How did you-”

“I just know. I thought the same things when I first joined. Hell, I’m still thinking of them.” He ran a gloved hand through his brown hair. “Charlie was the best Captain Gryffindor has seen in years. How am I supposed to replace him?“

“Just know that we’re your team, and we are there for you.” Oliver gave her a crooked smirk. “You’re here for a reason Radiant. You can do this. You hear me?”

Radiant nodded and handed him his handkerchief back. Oliver shook his head, closing her hand around it.

“Keep it. For good luck. Not that you’ll need it,” he loudly whispered.

Oliver stood still, watching her as she put the handkerchief into her pocket. He motioned to the door with his head a second later.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Ready.” Radiant confirmed.

Oliver’s smirk became a grin and clapped her shoulder. Hard. “Good. Let’s get inside.”

She nodded again, stepping into the locker room where the rest of the team waited. All boys.

Great.

Radiant sat between her two older brothers, Zachary and Arthur, her grip on her broom never loosening. She was vaguely aware of the bad thoughts trying to get back into her head, but she did her best to shake them off. 

Fred and George Weasley sat with the team's seeker on benches opposite from the Glasspetals. She couldn’t recall a single time when there wasn’t a mischievous glint in the twins' eyes, just like there was one now.

Oliver wasted no time as soon as he came into the locker room. He cleared his throat for silence.

“Okay men.”

Radiant wanted to point out that she wasn’t a man, but she closed her mouth before any sound came out.

“This is it. The big one. The one we’ve all been waiting for.” 

Wood made eye contact with each team member, his gaze intense, as it always was when he talked about Quidditch. 

“This is the best team Gryffindor’s had in years. We’re going to win. I know it.”

His gaze lingered on Radiant’s for a second, the hint of a smile toying on his serious face. She smiled back.

“It’s time. Good luck, all of you.” Part 1 -> Part 2

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Yule Ball!!!! Are Oliver and Radiant going? Who’s asking who? What are they wearing?

(Alternatively: NEWT. WHAT’S HE WEARING)

— secret Santa 🎀

Yule Ball! Yay!

Unfortunately, Radiant and Oliver did not go to the Yule Ball together. In canon, it takes place the year after Oliver graduated. Radiant went stag, but she danced a few times with her cousin, George Weasley.

They did go to a similar dance together though! It’s one of my many WIPs that I hope to post eventually. Oliver asked Radiant to it after Quidditch practice. As for what they were wearing, I’ll get back to you on that lol.

Now for Newt! (And Evangeline Sallow by association)

I imagine Newt’s robes were either gold or blue with an embroidered dragon on them. He went to Theseus for advice on what to wear because he wanted to look perfect for Evangeline.

Evangeline wore a red dress made of live red and white poinsettias. It also sparkled in the light because why not honestly.

They also had their first kiss under the mistletoe

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This Scarlet Lady panel but with Glasswood

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Percy finding out about Oliver and Radiant’s engagement was a struggle.

After Hogwarts, he was like “ah yes. I don’t need to hear about Quidditch every five seconds”

Then Radiant was like “Perce guess what I’m getting married” and he realized he would have to hear about Quidditch. Every. Single. Family. Reunion.

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I need to share this very important piece of information

Oliver and Radiant have a dog. He is a golden retriever and his name is Quaff (full name is Quaffle)

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Full Name: Radiance Beatrice “Radiant” Glasspetal

The Basics: Radiant is a witch that attended Hogwarts towards the end of the 1900s. She is extremely close to her very large family, including her two brothers and seven cousins. She aspires to one day play for Puddlemere United. Radiant is also close with the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, Oliver Wood. The two started dating at the end of her fourth year.

More info below the cut

Genealogy

Family (immediate)

Marco Glasspetal (father)

Felicity Prewett (mother)

Zachary Glasspetal (older brother)

Arthur Glasspetal (older brother)

Family (extended)

Leander Prewett (great-grandfather; maternal)

Sebastian Sallow (great-grandfather; paternal)

Althea Moonlace (great-grandmother; paternal)

Miri Sallow (grandmother; paternal)

Damian Glasspetal (grandfather; paternal)

Gideon Prewett (uncle; maternal)

Fabian Prewett (uncle; maternal)

Molly Prewett (aunt; maternal)

Bill Weasley (cousin; maternal)

Charlie Weasley (cousin; maternal)

Percy Weasley (cousin; maternal)

Fred Weasley (cousin; maternal)

George Weasley (cousin; maternal)

Ron Weasley (cousin; maternal)

Ginny Weasley (cousin; maternal)

Love Interest(s) 

Oliver Wood (husband)

Child(ren): Spruce Wood, Willow Wood

Physical 

Gender: female

Height: 6’2

Eye Color: purple

Hair Color: red

Blood Status: pureblood

Other: scar over her nose from Quidditch games

Other

House: Gryffindor

Quidditch Position: Chaser

Wand

Elm wood

13 ¾ inches

Unbending

Dragon heartstring

Patronus: Hippogriff

Favorite Spells: Healing Charm (Episkey), Water-Making Spell (Aguamenti)

Content

Radiant Glasspetal and the First Quidditch Match (Part 1 & Part 2)

No Making Out on the Quidditch Field! (one-shot)

Times Are Changing (one-shot)

Gallery

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No Making Out on the Quidditch Pitch!

It was Christmas at Hogwarts, and Radiant couldn’t feel more happy, which she wasn’t expecting. She figured she would be homesick and lonely, but it was quite the opposite.

There had been quite a few students who had stayed home for the holidays, including Harry Potter,  the Weasley boys, her brothers…

And Oliver Wood, of course.

Radiant took a deep breath through her nose, inhaling the fresh, clean air. She closed her eyes and sighed contently.

Nothing quite like playing Quidditch in the cold.

“Glasspetal! Get your head out of the clouds and focus!” Oliver shouted, though there was no bite in his words.

Right. Quidditch.

Radiant dodged a bludger Fred had sent her way, the ball clipping her red braid as it sailed past her head. She caught the Quaffle passed from Arthur before zooming towards the opposing goal where Wood guarded. 

She gritted her teeth at his stupidly perfect smug smirk, wanting nothing more than to punch it off his face. Or kiss it off. She wasn’t one-hundred percent sure.

The Quaffle flew out of her hand. Radiant knew even before he moved that Oliver would block it. And he did, using the end of his broom.

“You keep on letting your emotions get the better of you,” he said, tossing her back the Quaffle. 

Radiant caught it, her face getting as red as her hair. “Shut up Wood.”

She both loved and hated how he could read her like a book. It was great in a Quidditch match, but was frustrating pretty much everywhere else. Sensing her irritation, he flew closer so their brooms were right next to each other.

“No. Radiant, you would have cost us a-” Oliver’s eyes widened. “Bludger!”

“Wha-”

The bludger hit Radiant right on her side, knocking all of the air out of her and pushing her off the broom. She fell to the side, crashing into him. 

They both fell thirty feet to the ground, Radiant landing on top of Oliver. The snow cushioned their fall.

She was suddenly aware of their close proximity. Her face was inches from his.

“Your hearing as bad as your aim?” Oliver teased.

The stupid smirk was back on his face again.

Radiant surprised them both by closing the gap, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Sorry, I’m having trouble focusing on anything other than how badly you need petroleum jelly for your chapped lips,” Radiant snapped, pulling back from him.

For once in his life, Oliver Wood didn’t have a comeback. Radiant stood up and held her hand out to him with a huff.

“Come on now, get up. You look stupid down there.”

He grabbed her forearm, pulling her back into the snow.

“I think I much prefer the view from down here Glasspetal.”

Then it was his time to surprise her. Oliver pulled Radiant into a gentle, snow covered kiss.

Neither one noticed the rest of the team landing around them.

“Oy!” George yelled. “No making out on the Quidditch Pitch!”

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Cousins (and siblings) that play together, stay together

Radiant Glasspetal, Zachary Glasspetal, and Ginny Weasley in Quidditch Champions

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Ding dong it’s almost Christmas!!! Share a Radiant Christmas HC? Does she like the snow?is she going home during winter break? What’s a secret Christmas/new year’s tradition she has? Anything! I’m starving❄️❄️

— secret Santa X

It is almost Christmas! I’m really excited, though a little sad that this is coming to the end. You’ve been an awesome Secret Santa!

Radiant would go home most of the time during Christmas, though there was one year she stayed at Hogwarts with her brothers (her fourth year). It was when Oliver and Radiant had their first kiss.

After her parents died (spoilers I guess lol) she would spend Christmas at the Burrow or at the Wood’s home. When she and Oliver got married, they would both go to the Burrow.

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Just casually destroying trolls #justradiantthings

Meanwhile Oliver in the background

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Found Radiant’s wedding outfit

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Referencing Team StarKid because I can - WIP

Oliver chuckled as Radiant walked to the canister of the drink before turning to Cedric. “I’m surprised Hadlee was able to find us.” 

“Well, the thing about Hufflepuffs” – he took a sip of hot chocolate – “is that we are very good finders.”