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Pair the Character: Ginny/Oliver
Cliche Day: Suddenly in love
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There are only two things in Oliver's life that matter. His family (and friends, but they've turned into his family anyway) are the first.
The second one isn't a person but a sport, the thing in Oliver's life that turns him from a composed high schooler to a hot-blooded maniac.
Oliver Woods thinks he may die over hockey if it doesn't kill him first.
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(3:46 am) yooo angelina, r u up?
(3:46 am) pls tell me u r
(3:46 am) I need somebody to run this play by for next comp
(3:47 am) I WAS NOT UP YOU FUCKING IDIOT
(3:47 am) u better run next time you see me, wood
(3:48 am) im going to kill u
(3:48) seriously wood, what are u doing up thinking about hockey? Go get laid, u asshole
(3:48 am) im going to bed. go fuck yourself
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(3:49 am) gin?
(3:50 am) only with tonic
(3:50 am) wtf r u doing up, angie?
(3:51 am) dont worry about it. hey, how do you feel about dating again?
(3:51 am) …
(3:51 am) did you try my brother's drugs again?
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Ginny Weasley cares about a shit ton of things. Her family firstly, despite the fact that she wants to kill them all most days. Her friends, even though they're pieces of shit who want to set her up with someone she's never met.
It's not that she's opposed to dating, unlike her Hermione who has a checklist of things to do before she even likes a boy.
It's just her past streak—Tom, who was a manipulative sociopath who sent her down a mental spiral. Harry, who was too nice and too good, and broke her heart anyway. Luna, who's now her best friend.
She just can't seem to get lucky.
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Oliver Wood hates the tie on his neck. Angelina had put it on for him with the kind of look in her eyes that had promised death if he resisted and he had learned his lesson about pissed off girls.
The girl he's supposed to be meeting is supposed to be attractive and "definitely your type, don't worry ickle Oliver," but he knows next to nothing else.
Suddenly, Oliver's phone buzzes and he reaches for it, scanning the text from Angelina. All it says is 'she's here' and he furrows his brow, scanning around. Nobody seems to have arrived.
That is until the doors are pushed open and a red-headed girl bursts in, her hair flying behind her. She walks over to him instantly, explaining about terrible brothers and last-minute pranks, but his mouth is dry as he stares, because she has an oversized hockey sweater and a locket that has a photo of her family in it and her grin is bright and mischievous and he can't look away.
With butterflies fluttering in his stomach, Oliver realizes he may have found the third thing he cares about.
