(Mackenzie Series 2 - Oliver Wood/OC) It's been years since Hogwarts and things haven't turned out the way they were supposed. Emmie and Oliver were supposed to live their happily ever after - get married, have amazing quidditch careers, and then ha...
Emmie couldn't help herself as she glanced down the lane towards the house where Oliver's parents lived. While she remained on friendly terms with the older Woods, she hadn't spoken to them much since the break-up. Though her mother always passed on a bit of news and greetings from them whenever Emmie came home to visit.
She then sighed and turned her gaze to her childhood home, bracing herself. It wasn't as though she didn't enjoy seeing her parents - she did - but coming home since the battle had its own struggles now that Alex had moved back in so that their parents could help with his recovery.
"Mam? Da?" she called out as she stepped into the house.
"Emmie!" her mother – Aila - said with a bright smile as she walked into the foyer from the kitchen and hugged her. "Feel like we dinnae see ye nearly enough."
"I was just here last week," Emmie chided.
"That trainin' schedule of yers keepin' ye busy?" Calum asked as he stepped into the foyer and Emmie hugged him.
"Aye, a fair amount," she replied. She then glanced towards the corridor that led to her and Alex's old rooms. "How's he doin'?" she asked, a worried look on her face.
Mr. and Mrs. MacKenzie shared a look before returning their attention to their daughter.
"Bit better but ye ken how he is," Mrs. MacKenzie said, her voice taking on a sad tone. But then she mustered a bright smile. "Food's ready. Let's eat and ye can tell us all about first string..."
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For a time, it was like the war hadn't happened. Emmie sat and smiled as her parents peppered her with questions about the team and training and such, offering the occasional chuckle as well. Her father spoke at length about her coach and then spent another long spiel of time giving her pointers.
If it weren't for the absence of her brother, Emmie almost would have thought that nothing had changed.
"Ye get the season schedule yet?" her father asked.
"Aye. We're in the openin' match of the season. Against Puddlemere," she said quickly before shoving food into her mouth. She didn't miss the look that passed between her parents.
"So ye'll be playin' Oliver," her father said carefully. Emmie swallowed her food and sighed.
"No the first time I've played against him," she said, looking over at him, her brow furrowed.
"First time since the break-up," her mother replied. "I still dinnae understand wh-"
"I tried, Mam," Emmie said a bit forcefully, a pained expression coming over her face as she looked to her mother. "Truly. And it just... it didnae work."
She looked down to her plate, viciously stabbing at a piece of broccoli. Merlin, it had been nearly two years. Why was this still an issue with her parents?
