Miss Lestrange ➝ Oliver Wood x OC (Harry Potter)

robert, hippogriffs and arseholes

twenty eight.

Saturday. The day I loved best. 

Awaking early had been no problem for me. After I had removed the small ball of fluff I called a cat from my chest, I ventured over towards our huge windows, basking in the glory of the colours the water was making as the sun hit it. I listened to the calm noise of the rippling waves whilst putting on a pair of grey jogging bottoms and a tight hunter green t-shirt.

I had decided to go for a run. I normally don't go for runs as apparently its been proven that running can burn off muscle instead of fat and can also damage your joints. But, its good for building muscular endurance so today was an exception.

As it was before seven, the Great Hall was almost empty but I snuck into the kitchens anyway like I had the night before and grabbed some water and nutella on toast before heading outside.

The air was chilly and the leaves of the Whomping Willow had become a crisped burnt orange colour and were forcefully being removed. The sun had now risen just high enough to be seen as a full circle of bright gas in the sky.

I first of all jogged down towards the lake where I stayed for a while practicing my meditation skills. It was difficult to say the least. I hoped to be able to meditate properly one day. After my failed attempt at that I carried on my jog up towards the Quidditch Grounds.

Taking advantage of the fact nobody was around I ran into the middle of the pitch and lay sprawled out on the grassy floor, taking in the scent of the dew covered ground. Getting myself to stop geeking out all alone, I made sure that the trainers I was wearing were fastened correctly and then began my run up the huge tower block stairs. Got to keep extra fit somehow right?

I first made my way up the Professor's stand, running very fast up the stairs and back down the stairs, already feeling the muscles in my legs tighten. I then continued, running up the Hufflepuff stand. I repeated this multiple times until I got to the Ravenclaw stand. I ran up ten steps. My breathing very heavy. I ran up another ten. My thighs and arms aching. Another ten. And another. And another. And that's when I heard it...a small saddened whimper.

At first I assumed I was hearing things and I stopped for a break, assuming that I had sweated all the liquid out my body and was now hallucinating. Unfortunately, this was not true. There was only around fifteen wooden steps left to climb until I reached the top. I couldn't just leave, could I? No. I couldn't.

I continued my slow ascent towards the top of the Ravenclaw Quidditch stand. Should I really be going up here, all alone, early in the morning, without a wand, when Sirius Black was on the loose and dementors where free to rome the outside grounds? Probably not. But, my inner Gryffindor was screaming at me, urging me on further and enveloping me in my own curiosity.

As I reached the top of the stand and peaked out above the Ravenclaw seats, I spotted the cause of the whimpering. There, all alone, sat non-other than Oliver Wood. Crying. I didn't really know what to do. I'd never been faced with a situation like this in which I had to comfort another crying human I wasn't very friendly with before.

I approached slowly as not to startle him.

"Oliver?" I whispered first, making sure he was aware I was there. He didn't look up, he just continued staring at his feet like he had when I had first spotted him. His whimpering had stopped, but his shoulders were shaking a little and I could see he was attempting to hold back his emotions.

"Don't feel like you have to stop crying because I'm here." I spoke again, taking a seat a little apart from him, but not too far, "Are you alright?"