For Ebony58,
Happy New Year!
Thank you for sticking with this story. The tension here may or may not be what you expected.
Angelina and Oliver stood in the empty car. Alone.
She glared at him.
He stared, mouth paper dry. His heart thumped, racing wildly.
She was ice cold, stoically unfeeling. She was fighting a losing battle trying to manage her temper.
Her control slipped quickly as the seconds ticked by.
They had seen it in each other's eyes: the flash of memory.
"I always knew you liked him best," Wood grumbled, turning away from her.
As soon as the eye contact was broken, the air shifted. She felt like she could move again. Her body relaxed slightly, though her voice was still tense when she spoke. "Who do you mean, Wood?"
He stiffened at her tone. Softly he hissed, "You know who - Charlie Weasley!"
Angelina laughed. "Charlie is at least four if not five years older than me. He doesn't care for me and never has, beyond being on the team."
Wood shook his head. It didn't make any sense. "Well, I thought..." he trailed off. "Hang on, who were those flowers from?"
Angelina was confused by Wood's train of thought. Did the famous seeker tell Oliver something concerning her? Deciding to tackle that on a better day, Angelina smiled sweetly. "Wouldn't you like to know? I'll give you three guesses." She was teasing him, but he seemed to take the bait.
"Fred?"
"Nope! That jerk wouldn't give me anything - and if he did, it would be a nasty prank item!" Angelina stuck out her tongue. "Two left!"
"George?"
"Wrong again," Angelina smirked.
"Roger?" Oliver's eyes hardened with jealousy. He really didn't like Roger Davies. The only person he liked less than Roger was Flint. And that's saying a lot. Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood were legends in House rivalry history.
"No, that daft prat's with Katie," Angelina fumed. "The flowers were from Lee."
"I thought you said you didn't like him." Oliver frowned. It didn't make sense.
"I don't."
"Then why would you accept flowers from him of all people?" Now Oliver was getting angry.
Angelina huffed, "If you'd let me finish, I was about to hand them back when you and you're impeccable timing interrupted. Now, I have to figure out how to say no to him without causing further trouble for myself."
"So who is it, then?" Oliver demanded.
"Who is what?" Angelina was thoroughly confused.
"This guy that you're dating."
"What? Wood, I am not dating anyone!" Angelina was surprised. She and Oliver had been friends for several years now. They shared almost everything with each other. What would make him think this crazily?
"You're clearly meeting someone or seeing someone. Whether it's above-board or clandestine, I will find out. Make no mistake, Angelina!" Wood's eyes flashed as he struck a heroic pose. Angelina would have laughed if this was in a superhero comic.
"Oliver, are you okay? You're not drunk, right?" Angelina was worried. What had happened to her friend?
"Why do you say that? I'm not the one sneaking around at night." Wood was almost yelling at her.
Angelina stood her ground, eyes blazing with indignation. "Excuse me, mother, I am not sneaking around. Who told you these horrible rumors? And you have no right to yell at me, Oliver Wood!"
Wood stepped forward. Angelina stepped back, wanting to keep distance between them, though she wasn't sure why. She wasn't afraid of Oliver, but he wasn't right in the head at the moment. Angelina's back hit the wall and she cursed silently. She had just given Wood the best opportunity to corner and question her.
Oliver placed his hands on the wall on either side of her body. Without touching her, Oliver invaded her personal bubble. Angelina's pulse raced as her heart beat wildly. Whatever was going on here, it was out of her control. Clearly something had set off Wood. Hopefully, he would give her a clue soon before he got any closer. She was very uncomfortable.
"Angelina, I think -"
"What is going on here?" a stern voice interrupted.
