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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"Oliver and I..." I trailed, glancing to my boyfriend, nervously, as if to ask for help. He nodded in unspoken encouragement, thinning his lips. My nervous eyes moved back to our friends, who each wore an eager face and wide eyes; desperately trying to figure out what I wanted to say.
Kieran and Ella sat on one seat, squished up against each other in a sickeningly cute way, while the twins lay strewn about on the floor like messy children. If you think about it, they still are messy children. The others; Yasmin, Angelina, Katie, Alicia and Percy (who had been dragged here), were dotted on the other sofas and chairs. Each and every one of them had a harsh glare between us, trying to read our minds.
The whole ordeal (telling them) was proving harder than it looked. I tried to focus on the stupid pep talk Oliver gave me before we met with them.
We had come back from the library about an hour ago, and decided to waste the little time we had before everyone met up, by laying on his bed doing nothing.
At least his dorm was desolate, so we could talk and act freely.
"Babe look" he started off strong, and I was sure he was going to give me a great encouragement from that tone alone.
I was stressing over how to tell our friends, how Ella would react mainly. I don't know why, but I just don't know if Kieran and Ella would be happy for me after all that happened this year, all the pain I went through. I mean Ella slapped the boy for Christ's sake. Had she even forgiven him yet? Had Kieran?
I haven't seen them enough to even know if they know he's innocent yet.
Oliver assured me they knew, but the butterflies in my tummy still remained.
I lifted my head up for its position of his chest, to look at him.
"All you have to say is 'I love Oliver so much, he's so pretty oh my!'" He feigned a girly accent. I rolled my eyes, hitting him on the chest.
"Ow" he winced, knowing full well I did no damage but wanting to give me puppy eyes anyway.
"You're no help" I sulked, pouting before settling my cheek back onto his shirt. My hand reached up to the material in front of my eyes, and started to fiddle with it half-minded. He was watching me as I did so, with that same teasing smile.
"Okay, okay" he breathed in, thinking. "What about we just... don't tell them? Saves you a job."
"Wha- we can't just not tell them, they'll see us all cosy and think they opened a door to the past" I giggled, shaking my head.
