LETTER TWENTY-TWO

Mr. Oliver Wood
23 Woodwing Rd
Puddlemere
England


Oliver, where the hell were you?
I waited for two whole hours and you never showed up!!! I thought you WANTED to see me? I feel so let down. What happened?

The reporters have found a new story to move onto now, something about contamination in the floo system so don't be scared to leave your house.

I went into the Three Broomsticks on Monday (I'm so positive you said Monday) at exactly 12 o'clock and I sat down at a table thinking you might just be a little late. (Although the thought was strange seeing as you were never late for Quidditch practises). Anyway, an hour went by and the waitress was looking at me funny so I ordered a butterbeer and then asked if you had been in here and she went all lovey-dovey and said (the exact words) "No I'm afraid not. I very much wish he did come in here *sigh*. Oliver Wood, my dream. I suppose he is everyone's dream eh girl? Don't worry, some lucky girl will get him one day... maybe one of us.'

I wanted to correct her and tell her I wasn't an obsessed fan but indeed a good friend (although maybe I'm not a good friends anymore?) but she left before I had a chance. No doubt to go look at her Oliver Wood posters probably hidden away in the kitchen somewhere. What I mean is that even though this Puddlemere thing has fallen through. Everyone still loves you.

I am still angry though. WHY IN THE WORLD DIDN'T YOU SHOW UP???

-Hermione