Our Entangled Lives // Oliver Wood

Chapter Thirty Seven : Here We Go Again

Y/n's POV:

-- end of first year --

I remembered so vividly, my hands rummaging through the letters. The warmth of my skin smudged the ink, though I was still able to dsypher most of it. I flicked through the ones with 'Weasley', 'Jordan' or 'Thomas' written - only looking for one.

My face dropped, forming a sad smile as I got to the end of the pile. Nothing from Oliver. He said he'd Owl me. Didn't he say he'd Owl me?

I opened Fred and George's first, looking for something that'd make me laugh. One sentence in and they didn't fail. I was cackling by the end, excitingly reaching to grab the ones by Lee and Lynn.

I became friends with Lynn later that first day at Hogwarts. I'd gotten to my dorm to unpack, and Lynn was the only one of my roommates already there. I remembered the awkward smile I gave. It grew genuine when my eyes caught a shared favourite book in their arms. Lynn noticed my intrigue and instantly started rambling. And as they say, that was that.

Each of my friends grew on me over the course of three weeks. We soon formed a tightly knit group.

Oliver and I met a few weeks in. I saw him reading one of my favourite books - which seemed to be the way I met most of my friends. Only this one was Quidditch related. We introduced ourselves and talked until we had to leave again. I thought I'd never run into him again.

Until we'd accidentally bumping into eachother on the way to sneak a peak at the Quidditch practices. We hid somewhere together on the field together, peaking through small gaps and spaces to get sight of the action.

Of course, since we where only in our first years, we weren't allowed to play just yet. But that discouraged neither of us. We where determined to get on our respective teams by our second year. I didn't know it at the time, but I wouldn't until years later. But Oliver was lucky, and he got on the team easy.

He'd been playing ever since, and only seemed to get better as time went on. That, combined with what happened next, fueled my anger for years to come.

Over the weeks we had off in the summer, I never heard from Oliver again. Not one owl, apology, hand written note- nothing.

I remembered being so upset, sometimes staying up all night waiting his owls. But of course, they never came.

My mum convinced me that he wasn't worth it, and to not confront it. To just let it be. So when school started and I saw him in the halls, I'd turn the other way.

The last thing I remembered, the event that set everything in motion, was on the fifth day.

Oliver had just been added to the team. And despite my mother's advice, I wanted to congratulate him. He'd worked hard to get on the team - I knew that.

It took me a while to find him, but eventually I spotted him with Percy in the corner of the hall. Neither of them where facing my direction, only eachother.

Percy's was the first voice I heard. "But what happened? Aren't you friends?"

"Not anymore."

"But Y/n's nice. I like Y/n."

The minute I heard my name, I paused.