More Than Quidditch | Oliver Wood x Reader

17 • When Words Fail

I've never really known how to use actual words to describe what I'm feeling. They always get caught in my throat or I get too chicken to even begin or try to say them. But something I've always been able to do was express my feelings through writing. Whether it be by a story, a letter, or a poem, I've found the most of comfort in letting my emotions flow smoothly through my writings and portray them that way.

I felt like the best way to tell Oliver that I love him and that I was sorry and regretful for the whole situation and rumors that were caused was to write him a small letter.

I let my quill move quickly and almost on its own, as if the words were being printed directly from my brain to the paper. Maybe it didn't make sense to some, but I was hoping that Oliver would at least understand, and that would be enough.

I dropped the quill in triumph, and held the parchment up to reread my words.

"Even though it hasn't been that long, I've made a basket of mistakes. I shouldn't have assumed that your love wasn't true and you would give it to another. I also shouldn't have told my brother, it was weird that he would even care in the first place. Regardless of these mistakes, you continued to show me love and support and even protection. It's a greater gift than I ever could have asked for or thought of myself. Of course your doubt made me unhappy, feeling as though my small touches and words of affection weren't enough, and they weren't. I will always try to show you how I feel. It's hard for words to flow through my mouth, but writing is easy. Writing, handing over the letter, and running swiftly across the school. In the end, you've shown me that I'm capable of feeling more than I had ever realized, and even in the small time where I admitted it and let it be true, you've shown me every day without fail that you mean your words. And I should let that also be true. I am truly grateful for you, even when we used to fight and be 'enemies', your presence and teasing words would make my day. I truly apologize for all the unnecessary drama that came into your life, but I hope that doesn't change your views on me."

I sighed, a little worried - and even a little cringed by my own words - that he won't understand or won't accept it as much as he would me saying it directly.

Regardless of my doubts, I picked out a soft blue envelope and placed the folded letter inside, sealing it with bronze wax with my initials imprinted, and finally writing his name in calligraphy.

As basic and cringy as this may seem, I could only pray that he find this as romantic and endearing as I was hoping to make it out to be.

Finally, I dropped it into my bag in just enough time before Alyssa nearly burst through the door.

"Y/N, what happened on the quidditch field? Did Flint hurt you?"

"What? No, he attacked Oliver."

"So why were you gone? Someone said you were getting treated for your injuries."

"Oh, well, Montague sent a spell towards Wood and let's just say I got hit instead."

"Oh, Montague? That little prick I swear-"

"It's fine, I'm okay now."

"You sure?"

"Of course I'm sure."

"Hm, okay. Well let's go eat I'm starving."

She didn't even wait for me but instead turned around and shut the door behind her.

We got to the Great Hall and my eyes subconsciously but helpfully shifted to the Gryffindor table. I saw the usual crowd, but not Oliver. I took my seat and eventually began eating, only to see Oliver walk in a moment later with a girl I didn't recognize.

She was a bit smaller than him, straight black hair, and walking facing him with a glint in her eye.

Oliver was staring straight ahead, not paying any attention to the girl other than the occasional nod while he listened to her ramble.

No assumptions, Y/N, no assumptions.

Once Oliver had actually reached the Gryffindor table, the girl split off and made her way to the Slytherin table, making sure to send a smirk my way before she passed.

He sat down, looking a bit annoyed but soon began to dig in with everyone else, and met my eyes with a doe like look.

I gave him a small smile and he returned it, his eyes not leaving mine for one second. I eventually broke the eye contact, a little sad that when I looked back up he was caught up in another conversation.

Wasting no time, I decided I was just gonna do it. Just give him the note. No issues, no problems, just note.

I stood and excused myself before shuffling over behind Oliver. I said a quick hi to Kiera to make it less suspicious, but Oliver had already seen me and his eyes were focused on me, with a hopefully look.

I handed him the note with a smile, and he took it eagerly.

"You're still meeting me by the lake, right?" His voice was soft and almost a whisper.

"Yeah, as long as you don't bail this time."

He looked up and smiled when he noticed my playful expression. "I'm sorry, lass. Just sucks to be alone when all you want is-"

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Michael had an annoyed look on his face.

"None of your business."

"Seems to me like you're talking to the lia-"

"Shut up and walk away, Michael. You blabbed without knowing much of anything now your views are skewed." I took a quick look at Oliver to say sorry, but he had already turned back to his food and was paying no mind to me anymore. But the note was already opened.

(A/N: yee yee. I wrote this just after watching Hamilton and rereading the Harry Potter books- well the 5th one anyway. But yeah, I should be getting a new laptop soon, so hopefully I'll be more motivated to type and create, so fingers crossed everyone!)