It was a late night of Quidditch practice for Slytherin and Gryffindor's head coaches without any players on the pitch. Isn't it a bit odd for the coaches to be at practice without the players? Maybe flying around the pitch brings back old memories and rekindles a lost flame.
~ xoxo, Gossip Witch
"Old flames?" Oliver mumbled to himself, rolling his eyes as he tossed the piece of parchment into the bin near his desk. "That crazy witch doesn't know what she's talking about."
Marcus was his former classmate and Quidditch rival. There was a time where he was jealous of Flint's talent on a broom, but that was all he wanted. Now the pair were working together, coaching their former teammates in the hopes of leading their team to a victory at the end of the season.
Oliver shook his head and took a seat at his desk. He didn't have time to worry about what some gossip columnist was writing about. In fact, he had no idea what interest Gossip Witch had in his romantic life since he wasn't a student at Hogwarts anymore.
"Did you see the latest blast from the infamous Gossip Witch?" a familiar voice called to him from the doorway of his office.
Oliver glanced up from his desk and noticed Marcus leaning up against the door frame. He felt a smile pulling at the corners of his lips; seeing his friend made him smile. Nothing unusual about that. "I did," Oliver chuckled, nodding his head slowly as he leaned back in his chair. "She certainly has a warped view of reality, doesn't she?"
Marcus shrugged as he walked over to Oliver's desk from the door. He stopped just beside where Oliver was sitting and looked his friend in the eyes. Taking a deep breath, Marcus reached up to cup Oliver's cheek and lower his lips to Oliver's, placing a tentative kiss to his lips.
Oliver pulled back momentarily and took a deep breath as he tilted his head up to look at Marcus. "What was that for?"
Marcus shrugged, carding a hand through his hair as he shook his head. "Gossip Witch wasn't wrong about old flames," Marcus mumbled, turning away from Oliver's desk and quickly made his way toward the door. He paused for a brief moment and looked back over his shoulder. "Apparently, I misunderstood a few things. I'll see you at the match, Wood."
Oliver watched as Marcus walked out of his office door and hung his head. "You didn't misunderstand anything," Oliver mumbled to himself as he scrubbed his hands over his face. He knew that he should have jumped up from his desk to chase after Marcus, but Marcus was hurting right now, and Oliver knew he had to give him some time.
~xoxo, Gossip Witch ~
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