**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚Chapter 3˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*

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Sometime in the coming week
Still oliver's pov

I walked down one of the many hallways at Hogwarts hoping to clear my head. A busy mind provides no help on the quidditch field. I keep replaying the third of December in my head.

As I turn the corner, I see percy and as I'm about to call for him; I see Penelope. In his sweater, my sweater.

You gave her your sweater

I shouldn't be this worked up, it's just a dumb sweater but it means so much.
But it didn't mean anything to him. Why can't it mean something to him. Why can't he see me.

It's just polyester

Why can't you see me. I'm your best friend, your roommate. I have been here for years since we met in first year. When we became roommates, I fell in love with you. The way you ramble about your favorite subjects, how you have all your dreams planed out for you, the way you always secretly look out for you family. I have noticed all of that yet you still like her better.

But you like her better
Wish I were Heather

I wish I were Penelope

I wish I were Penelope

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