Biscuits And Broomsticks {Oliver Wood}

Practice makes Perfect

When Oliver Wood entered the dining hall on the morning of February 14th, he was met with a sight that was surely the most ghastly display of color and decoration he had ever seen.

There was so much pink everywhere it took him a moment to process what he was actually looking at. He wandered over to the Gryffindor table in a sort of shocked-induced stupor, taking in the surplus of hearts and flowers that covered the room. The heart shaped-confetti that was falling from the ceiling had covered his plate, and he brushed it off before grabbing a slice of toast.

He glanced around, taking note of the different reactions among the students and saw that most of the girls seemed delighted with the change of decor while the boys most assuredly were not. Had Oliver not been so distracted the past week with Quidditch, he might've realized what all the fuss was about sooner. It wasn't until Professor Lockhart stood up (wearing pink robes of all things) and announced it was indeed Valentines Day that understanding finally dawned in Oliver's befuddled mind. 

His first reaction was that of indifference, he didn't really care about the holiday as long as it didn't interfere with Quidditch practice, but a part of him wondered if Freya cared about it...

Another thought suddenly crossed Oliver's mind, and the gravity of it caused him to drop his uneaten toast. 

He hadn't gotten Freya anything for Valentines Day.

Looking around the hall quickly, Oliver noted that Freya was nowhere to be seen. His mind went into overdrive, considering all the possibilities, similar to when he was mapping out Quidditch plays. 

Was she avoiding him? Had she mentioned anything about Valentine's day? Surely if she had wanted to do something she would have told him, Freya wasn't the type to play mind games.

Oliver realized he was far more worried than he needed to be. Taking a deep breath, he calmed his nerves, and forced himself to slow his thoughts. There had to be a reasonable explanation as to why Freya wasn't at breakfast this morning. It probably didn't even have anything to do with Valentine's day...

Come to think of it, Oliver realized he hadn't seen much of Freya the past several days. The last time he'd talked to her was in Herbology a few days back, and even then she had seemed rather distracted. Perhaps he had done something wrong after all...

Oliver stood up, concern etched on his features. He left his place at the table, and went off in search of his girlfriend, determined to sort this whole thing out.

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As the day dragged on with no sign of Freya, Oliver's thoughts became increasingly unreasonable as he tried to explain her absence. Though he couldn't recall having done anything to upset Freya, he wasn't going to rule it out seeing as he had a habit of forgetting important things when it came to their relationship. Not on purpose of course, it was just the fact that his mind was always somewhere else, usually on the Quidditch pitch, and as a result he often missed some key details of their conversations.

This never seemed to bother Freya though. They had been dating for close to a year now, and she had been nothing but patient and understanding with him. He considered himself extremely lucky that she didn't make a big fuss over their relationship. She seemed perfectly content to continue spending time together in much the same way as they always had, and Oliver loved her all the more for it. 

Although, he supposed every girl had her breaking point. What if Freya had finally reached hers? What if she was ready to call the whole thing off because he had forgotten, yet again, that they were supposed to do something special today?