Oliver Wood

These days, it seems as if everyone is having children, making a life for one another. We're building new beginnings, stirring connections, creating adventure. Some of us are starting new careers. Or ending careers. We're all... moving forward.



Hm.

I don't even know what to write here. There isn't confirmation yet, as to whether Alicide got to him or someone else, but I was getting used to the fantasy that at least something in my life was easing back on track. I think- If I'm truly honest with myself, with Eddie "gone", that somehow, just maybe, the baby was mine.


I'm going to owl Harry and ask. I can't take not knowing anymore.

/Private


Verity is doing fine, she'll be home soon. Thank you for your well-wishes, and please remember to be respectful of our privacy.

Private
How many times since I met Verity have I had to write something similar.... I wonder if it's a sign

First my concussion. Then a werewolf. Memory charms on our wedding. The WWN. Quiddich caree- Now ra

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rape



Lord, make me a stone.



PSA

Thank you to all who have sent their blessings and well-wishes. Verity is home safe and resting. We all appreciate your concern and caring at this most trying of times.

- Oliver Wood

Tell me what I have to do and I'll do it.


Private to Ministry Contact, Harry Potter and George Weasley

It's Eddie. He sent me an owl. He wants George in exchange for Verity and I'm prepared-

Do something about it.

It's been nearly forty-eight hours now since I last saw Verity. Tomorrow morning and I can "officially" report her missing... I never thought I'd experience something more terrible than my father's death, but this definitely takes the pot.

Private to Daphne
I'm drinking. You?

I'm never reading another news article as long as I live. Right after I run some fucking noses into the fucking ground and drag them along the fucking paving stones. Out for the season? Fucking out for the season? Bloody codswallop! PT's starting next week, last of the stitches came out yesterday. Sure the scar tissues' bad, but my shoulder's always been fucking poor. Hasn't stopped me in the past and I don't see that it's going to make much of a difference now. But did anyone bother asking? No. Fucking fucking fucks! Whatever happened to Healer-Patient confidentiality?





Private to Verity
I want to change Healer's.

Public
Nothing's official yet.

Get me out of this house. Now.

Come take me home?

Crunch time, mates. Future in-laws are beginning to drive Verity and I nutters, though I suspect she lost it a while back and I'm only just being introduced to the insanity. I think it's time to start thinking about celebrating, rather than planning. As far as I'm concerned, I've got you lot, I've booked the honeymoon, and I have a final fitting tomorrow - time for the groom to play.

Essentially, this is a plea for kidnap and relief of responsibility in my last week of bachelorhood. Traditionally we Scots take this very seriously and if I'm not arse-over-tit till the wedding, running naked in the streets, there's something wrong.

Save me.


Private to Miles
With everything going on, Percy's told me he doesn't have the time to fulfill certain duties which would traditionally be his undertaking. Too much work, too much... too many other things.

Anyway, I was hoping that you would consider being my Best Man? To be honest, you've been a better mate than Percy the last few months anyhow. Plus, if I can trust anyone to throw a bachelor party, it's you.

On another note, I'm getting married in a little over a month. That's enough to get me out of bed instantly. And keep me up late at night.

Verity, my love, I cannot wait.