Engagement Chronicles

Chapter 4: Drama

Oliver Wood walked briskly through the hallway, down a corridor and through a door, still hopelessly looking for Sadie. The attempt was poor. And the thought of actually finding her worried him. Not for her safety, but his own. He knew this wouldn't exactly be easy to explain to her either. Not. At. All.

He was angry, through. Frustrated and down right angry. Why couldn't she just explain what she's thinking? Or, for Godric's sake, make it easier for him to catch on faster. For the last month and a half, Sadie refused to go anywhere near her cousin. - She might have gotten the wrong idea. He hadn't exactly made the situation better either, by telling her that he'd been to see Lizzy multiple times a week. A day, even. - Her best friend. Partner in crime, if you will. Oliver shook with rage. Why couldn't everything be more simpler?

He stomped through another door way, the room was mostly empty. It was only lit by the light of the moon, streaming in through the open window. He hadn't exactly remembered how long he'd been looking for her. But Sadie was sitting up, against the wall nearest the window, seeming to be fast asleep. He crossed the room and crouched down to her level. She looked peaceful, pissed but peaceful, in her sleep. Gone was the woman who wouldn't miss a chance at hexing you for any reason. Gone was the woman who wanted nothing more than to rise above the ministry and rule the Wizarding World. The world was safe, because she was fast asleep.

And a deep sleeper she was, always had been. Oliver chuckled as he carried her back to their bedroom and, literally, dropped her onto the bed. Still, she was asleep. He crawled in next to her, and watched her sleep. Occasionally, she'd mutter something incoherent, or reach for something with her hands.

An hour later, Sadie awoke. Oliver wasn't in the room. But in the kitchen, reading the Daily Profit and comparing it to the news in the muggle newspaper. Oliver smirked when he heard the shower turn on. But when it turned off ten minutes later, and Sadie marched from their room, straight past him, and out the door, he knew he was in no luck of reconciling anything with her.

He got up to follow her though, make sure she was alright, but she hadn't even made it out of the house they owned. Her and Lizzy stood, glaring at each other, in the doorway.

"Sadie," Oliver whispered in her ear, realizing neither was going to make the first move. He slowly wrapped a strong but gentle arm around her waist and pulled her back and let Lizzy in. Sadie was shaking in his arms. Rage? Sadness? He didn't know, but he hated that he was about to find out. He spun her around to face him, but she refused to meet his gaze. Instead, she turned her head, to continue glaring at her cousin.

"I thought you wanted me here," Lizzy spoke to Oliver, a sense of boredom underlying her tone. Sadie recoiled, she was still in his arms so she couldn't step back like she clearly intended too.

"I did," he replied. "But it seems I am no longer in need of assistance."

There was silence, as something clicked for Sadie. Something she was mistaking, terribly. "Assistance? What the hell could you need assistance for?" She air quoted the word, still shaking. Though she did turn to look at him. Her eyes looked watery, though he'd never actually seen her cry, he knew she was about to.

Lizzy took a step toward them, the heels she dawned clicking on the floor. She placed a hand on Sadie's shoulder and turned her. "You," she pointed to Sadie, "are such," she started using strange hand gestures, "an idiot!" She shook Sadie's shoulders to complete the effect. Sadie simply glared. Oliver stood in between them once Lizzy took a step back. They now looked like they could kill each other. He wasn't sure what was going on at all.

Both their glares intensified. Sadie, who was an extraordinary Legilimens, and Occlumens, seemed to be concentrating. Oliver recognized the look. Her eyes became glossy like she was lost in a trance and they would loose their color. They both were unmoved by what was apparent to be an personal exchange of insults.

Oliver dug his heels into the floor and rocked back onto his heels, his hands in his pocket. Though one was clasped around a ring, like it had been since he'd brought Sadie back to the bedroom.

He kept up a good front, calmly looking between the two for any sign of movement, when finally, Sadie flinched. Lizzy passed them on her way out, and said nothing.

Oliver moved to stand in front of Sadie, she hung her head. "What's wrong?" he asked, sincerely concerned.

"I'm," she paused, bit her tongue. Oliver bit his own, trying not to grin. She was trying to apologize for something.

She didn't seem to be getting anywhere nearer to doing so. He wrapped her in his warm embrace and simply held her. He wasn't stupid enough to comment when she did start to cry.

The next morning, Oliver awoke to a fairly loud bang coming from the living room. He lifted his head off the pillow, expecting to see Sadie, where she always was, beside him. But she wasn't there.

There was another noise. Oliver flung back the covers and dawned a pair of sweats before rushing out to the room. She wasn't there of course. No, she had moved on to another room. Everything was exactly as it should be, and Oliver was faintly suspicious as to what she could have been doing, without him, to make so much noise. Another noise. He called out her name, and a domino effect of several things loudly falling to the floor.

Oliver ran into the locked door of the kitchen, not realizing it was indeed locked. "Sadie?" he called. She didn't answer. But she swore as something else fell. Oliver ran to get his wand, and when he got back he opened the door.

The room was clean. Nothing looked to have fallen or broken. But that was the beauty of magic. Repairing spells fixed those kinds of things. The lights were faintly dimmed, and besides the early morning glow of the sun, it was dark. But there was also another glow. That of a wand in the hallway. Oliver followed it. Thought carefully and hard, concentrating on the task as he locked the front door on the other side of the corridor.

Sadie muttered a curse under her breath and turned to look at him, her wand light went out. He alighted his own. "Where are you going?" he asked, his voice the image of hopelessness.

Sadie's eyes were red, and puffy. She had stopped crying the night before. He wondered what had happened to make her start again. She looked down at her feet. "Out," she sighed.

"When will you be back?" he asked, trying to keep his tone casual. He knew, for all intents and purposes, she was leaving for good. And he was going to grab on to anything he had to make her stay. The diamond ring in his trouser pockets seemed like miles away at the moment. Sadie didn't answer. "You will be back, right?" He was just asking to stall her, that was all.

But she looked taken aback by his words. She wiped a tear away with the back of her hand. "I have to get to work," she responded.

"It's Sunday, love. You don't work on Sundays," he said, stepping towards her now. She took a step back and clasped the door knob. "I-I'm going to see someone," she lied. Normally, she was a phenomenal liar. Now, not so much.

"Who?" he asked, playing along. Her jaw tightened and her eyes, from the light of his wand, turned to a more darker, deeper, blue, like a sapphire. She was calm, or relatively close to it. He let her think on that, while he concentrated on the ring. The great diamond ring. And that's all he did. Next thing he knew, it was in his hand, that was behind his back. The non-verbal spell book he'd picked up the other day was really paying off. He muttered a spell under his breath to unlock the door. Sadie took this as her cue to try and leave again. "Sadie," he called out. She stopped and looked back at him, over her shoulder. "Marry me?"

She hesitated, looked more on the bridge to tears now than he'd seen her when she was actually crying. She came back inside, shutting the door behind her. She crossed to him, looked him straight in the eyes. "What?" she inquired, pleading for him to repeat himself. "But you and Lizzy, I-"

"Shh," he sighed, shushing her. He showed her the ring. It was set in a gold band, with a dozen tiny diamonds embedded around it, and one set higher, above the rest. "Marry me."

Maybe its just me, but I think that was overly dramatic. But what else could it have been, it's in the bloody title! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. I think I'm going to lay off the drama for now, as much as I can. There's so much it's sickening!^ But I enjoyed writing it anyway. Let me know what you think.(:

Reviews would be spectacularly wonderful(:

-Sarah