Oliver's confidence crash to the ground around him as her watched Luna walk away. His brain just could not wrap around the fact that she had actually walked away from him. she walked away from him, it was something he had not had to deal with in years. And the aloof blond had seemed to enjoy his company, the few times they had spent time together. She stomped on his open heart and he wasn't sure it would ever be the same again.
"She's a nobody." the sultry voice came out of a nearby brunette leaning against a pillar. Her dark eyes full of pity, telling Oliver that she, just like everyone else in the cafe had witness this embarrassment. She twirled a long delicate finger around a strand of her hair. Dark and smooth like silk draping over her shoulders. He shook his head gently. The woman in front of his was the type of woman the guys on his team talked about. Perfect in basically every way. Dark wavy hair that made you want to run your fingers through it, eyes so blue you could swim in them, and curves that could kill a man happily. There was no denying she was a beautiful as the ocean but her words were hateful, a true representation of her soul. She did not have the glow of sunshine that Luna did.
"You are wrong." He stated with a hitch of a chuckle in his voice, "And you will never see just how great a person that girl is." The girl's eyes darkened, a soft storm brewing as she backed up and crossed her arms over her chest in a fit.
"The girl, that just left you here standing alone?" She asked out of spite.
"I know what happened I was there." He said slouching up against the wall. The girl sighed loudly, her lips set into a permafrown.
"If she is so great why are you still here?"
"She rejected me, as you pointed out just a minuet ago."
"Oh come off it, Oliver!" She squealed starring him down. After a moment of silence she sighed again, louder and more disturbed then the first one. He didn't understand, his head throbbed in his right temple. he reached up to rub it as the girl tried to get to her point. "She said she can't, Oliver. Not she wont. Or she doesn't want to. She can't." She repeated to a discombobulated Oliver and who just stood standing and staring, looking more out of place then a weeble in the big city. "Go find out why she can't." She yelled turning his body around and pushing him in the direction Luna left. A bright smile spread across his face and he took off. Completely unsure where to start looking for her, but it was a start.
It didn't take long to find Luna, or more find where she had gone. According to her friends, Ginny and Neville, Luna's little trip to the cafe had been her last stop before she dropped off the map for a few months to work on an article for the Quibbler. Not even her friends seemed to know what she was working on and he could tell it bothered the both or them. No matter how strong the former pretended to be.
His fellow members of Puddlemere United were changing, getting ready for thier game against Ireland. Tension was high in the air, almost a palpable force. Ashley, his favorite chaser poked him in the chest. His eyes had been locked on the Daily Prophet. Sometime in the past few months Luna had switched over to the paper. Her articles becoming more profound and serious, and he read every one of them.
"You alright there Wood?" She asked snatching the paper out of his grasp, not that it was very hard. He held it with such care, his badassery maybe going soft for the girl he was reading about. "Ah, another article, What is she doing now?" His friend asked with a playful smile on her lips. She seemed to understand his strange obsession with this particular writer. Lovegood was passionate and skilled, he saw her heart and soul when he read her work.
"She was undercover in St. Mungos, watching the healers on the spell damage floor. Their treatment of some of those patients is just horrendous." He could have gone on but he knew his friend liked reading Luna's work just as much as he did so he kept quiet for a moment allowing her a chance to scan the article.
"She is Brilliant." She stated with a smile. Her eyes growing wide as she looked up from the paper at something behind Oliver. A few of the boys nearby groaned loudly. Oliver turned and stood abruptly.
There she was, he had been just talking about her and now she was standing in front of him. In a room full of half naked people but it was like she didn't see them. He grinned widely, his smile almost stretching clear off his face. She looked ragged, her light hair ruffled and her eyes tired but it seemed to get better the closer she walked towards him.
"I hear you've been looking for me." she said, her voice light and airy. He barely could manage a nod in return. He was shell shocked. she was standing in front of him, beautiful in her grunge of writing. A soft panic rose in her eyes and she looked around, like her surroundings were just coming into view. She brushed her hands down her pant legs, rubbing the wrinkles out nervously. "I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry."
"Wait." He reached out and grasped her arm softly. "Stay for the game? You look like you could use some fun with friends. Harry, Ron, and Hermione will be in the crowd with the usual crew." She nodded softly, her waves bouncing up and down, and she walked out the door as quickly as possible.