Engagement Chronicles
Chapter Fourteen: News
There was a jingling of keys outside the door. They clattered to the floor as a female voice hissed out a profanity. Oliver knew, all to well, she'd forgotten her key again. He listened closely, waiting for her to use her wand to open it. But that sound never came, instead, the knob of the door rattled, as if she were picking the lock. Not a minute later, she opened it, bending down to pick up her key chain.
"What happened to your wand?" he asked, completely forgetting what he'd been trying to remember all morning.
She glared down to the pieces of oak twigs in her hand. "I... tripped," she explained.
He chuckled, rummaging through a drawer for a glove and another wand. Neither had used it. But it would hold Sadarah until she could get a new one. He held it out to her and she took a step back, nearly knocking over the chair behind her. "Can't I use yours?" she panicked. He raised an eyebrow, questioning her. Granted, they had deemed Cedric's wand cursed since he'd passed. Hell, he even wore a glove if he held it. They weren't even supposed to have it anyway.
She sat at the glass table, pulling a stack of mail from her bag. She pushed it all towards him, with a sigh. Something she only did if it was all for him. He sat with her, setting Cedric's wand in the middle of the table. Sadie began her normal rant about her job, her family, everything that happened to come to mind. He didn't ignore her, of course. But tuning her out was all to easy.
Oliver rummaged through the stack, befuddled to see that it wasn't all his. She, too, had mail. She must have been to angry about her wand, he figured. He set the mail aside and looked up as Sadie pulled the Daily Profit, from her bag. She opened it, hiding behind the paper. He checked the date on the front and scowled when he saw the previous day's date. "Where's today's?" he asked, trying to seem calm about it. She shrugged, and set the paper down, reaching out for Cedric's wand, then pulling away before she could touch it.
"It won't bite you," he said, chuckling at their own joke. Cedric had charmed some of his belongings to bite at a human touch. Hence, why they used gloves. She rolled her eyes at him, and he handed over his own wand.
Being Sadarah, she had to test it, then and there. She waved it, muttering a spell under her breath as he tipped a cup of coffee back. It exploded over his face and clothes, soaking him thoroughly with hot liquid. He jumped up, squeezing his eyes shut as it burned his lower anatomy.
When he opened his eyes, she had a hand over her mouth, her dark green eyes wide and laughing as she looked at his. She burst into a fit of giggles, and he couldn't help but laugh to as he made a dash for the shower.
He stripped, throwing his shirt, trousers, and boxers where ever they happened to land. He didn't make time to close the door behind him either. He walked into the shower, turning knobs so the water would start. He jumped back, feeling the cold stinging on his skin.
The burning ceased and he let his held fall back as he stood, enjoying the steam now emitted around the shower, fogging up the glass so all he could see was figures through it. Or a figure. He swished away the hot water fogging the door. Sadarah sat on the window sill, reading the paper again. He chuckled, somehow finding it funny that she didn't mind sharing the bathroom with him like most women would.
They shouted, talking over the water of the shower as he washed, rinsed, and repeated and she flipped through the news.
He turned off the spigot, just in time to hear her breath catch. He walked out, pulling a towel off a shelf near the sink and wrapping it around his lower half. "What?" he asked, oblivious. He turned to the mirror. Picking up a razor he began to shave away the stubble along his jaw. "Could you check the game schedule," he went on, "there might be another game this weekend," he continued to babble, "but Flint didn't call so-"
"Oliver?" He turned abruptly when she said his name, accidentally cutting himself with the blade. He sucked in a breath, and she giggled, hopping off the sill. She folded the paper back so the inside was showing, and turned it so he could see.
Well, at least they had down what he'd asked. A picture, of him and her the previous fall. She was on his back. They were both grinning from ear to ear after the tremendous win his team had earned. He in his muddy Quidditch uniform and she in a warm coat and jeans, and a ridiculous looking french hat. He couldn't place the name of that at the moment. Above it, read "Engagement Announcements". And below it, "Mr. and Mrs. Wood and Mr. Lewis are happy to announce the engagement of their children, Oliver Wood, reserve Keeper for Puddlemere United, and Sadarah Aliah Lewis, Potions Master in the Department of Mysteries. Sadarah, proceeded Oliver's 1995 graduation with one in 1997 from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Both with exceptional N.E.W.T. Scores. The couple will wed June 23rd."
Oliver bit back the smirk he had playing at the corners of his mouth. Sadie cocked her head and looked at the paper again, to shocked to say anything.
"This would probably be where I ask, or beg, for your hand in marriage," he said, trying his damnedest not to laugh.
"Well," she dropped the paper, "you don't have to beg."
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