Oliver Wood is stubborn, confident, and brave... or at least that's the façade he wishes to show. Lying is easy for Oliver, but living is harder when a white-haired girl crashes into him by chance. It's too bad she's the younger sister of his quiddi...
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NO ONES POV
The table quietened as he approached, all their attention centred on his messy hair and loose tie. He was disheveled completely, but those at the table gave no sympathy. He was the cause of the betrayal, and they couldn't be angrier. Ella's fist tightened, her cheeks glowing red with anger upon seeing him, which Kieran noticed in his girlfriend instantly.
He placed his hand on her bruised knuckles under the table. She had already got her way with Oliver this morning. Lara may not be violent, but Ella couldn't give a damn and found him on his way to breakfast, giving him a punch on the cheek as an "early birthday present".
Kieran smoothed his thumb over her grazed skin, trying to offer as much comfort as he could. However he was just as angry, so that was difficult. The twins shared a look as Oliver Wood grew closer, one to say 'here we go'. Angelina, Katie and Alicia were already in their quidditch uniform, ready for the match in an hour. They thinned their eyes but knew better than to be unprofessional. Yasmin stared sourly, as she had seen his drastic effects on the once bubbly Ravenclaw when she visited her dorm to give her food.
Oliver neared, his eyes blank and void of life. He sat down still, reaching for the chocolate muffins on display in silence, completely aware of the the unsubtle stares he was receiving.
It was Fred who eventually broke the dreaded silence.
"What happened to your face?"
That gained the whole groups attention, and a collective gasp for air sounded when he did. Everybody had been holding their breath since the moment he walked through the golden doors. They were all anticipating the worst. Oliver was bad on the day of a quidditch game, they didn't want to know how bad he'd be now his girlfriend was no longer... well, his girlfriend.
But Oliver still had hope, a little fire in the pit of his stomach that told him after all this was over, Lara would accept his apologies and come back to him. Then they would live happily ever after.
If only this was a fairytale, and Oliver was the dashing prince.
Oliver had yet to answer Fred, chewing on his food and appearing deep in thought, but actually just fantasising about his fairytale story that he knew wasn't true. The rest of the group sat quietly and still, afraid to say anything else. Tension was thick, you could cut it with a very small and measly knife.
"Oliver, are we doing drills before the game?" Angelina piped up, biting down on her toast and chewing with every inch of her life, nearly biting her tongue in half at one point.
