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Chapter 3 - People Care About You
"Oh no, what did I do now. . ." Narwen thought as she made her way through the crowd of students on the stairs.
Albus Dumbledore had raised her since she was five, he was the only link to her past. She had been called to his office countless times for all sorts of reasons and every time she knew why, but now she had no idea what he wanted to tell her. Coming to the third floor landing she parted the students and continued down the corridor, she was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice who she was walking into. Most of the students just jumped out of her way, all of them quite used to her reckless patterns when preoccupied, but there was one person who wasn't used to this, as it was a newly formed habit.
Oliver was waiting out side Professor Dumbledore's office wondering who he was going to recommend for a professional Quidditch career, he would of course want Harry Potter. But, none of that would matter if he didn't know the password.
Just then Narwen, quite absorbed in her own thoughts, bumped into Oliver. "Oh I'm sorry-" she began, but she then looked up and saw Oliver standing there, "-no, I'm not."
"Lovely." he said.
"Why are you here Oliver, to make my life miserable?" Narwen asked.
"No, actually, I'm here to scout for Quidditch players." he said matter of factly, "You being here is just a bonus." he added touching her face gently, just like he used to when they were going out.
"Sure, you probably forgot about me until this afternoon, when you suddenly decided to fall in love with me after years of not talking." she said coldly, brushing his hand away thinking of how many other women he had touched like that while he left her hurting.
But Oliver wasn't about to let her off so easily.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Teaching." she replied curtly.
He was about to open his mouth to say something when Narwen remembered why she was there and approached the door to the Headmaster's office, "Chocolate Frog."
The gargoyle jumped aside to reveal the staircase. Narwen began to make her way up the steps when she noticed Oliver following her.
"Why are you following me?" she sighed, not in the mood to fight.
"Professor Dumbledore asked me to see him." he replied as they continued up the stairs.
"Uncle, I'm here." Narwen said softly slightly opening the door to his office.
"Come in, dear." Albus Dumbledore's voice said from in the room.
"Uncle?! Is that why you got away with murder when we were students?!" Oliver exclaimed.
"No, I just never got caught. And he's not really my uncle, he raised me since I was five, I thought you knew." she said calmly.
"I knew you were sent away from your parents to live here when you were five, but I didn't know that Dumbledore raised you." Oliver told her as she pushed the door all the way open.
"Oliver's here to see you also, I'll wait outside if you'd like." she said standing in the doorway.
"No, no Narwen it's all right this will only take a minute." Dumbledore said as he motioned for Oliver to sit down.
Narwen stood off to the side as Prof. Dumbledore spoke to Oliver about selecting players on the House Quidditch Teams to tryout for professional teams. Narwen watched from the side, noticing how every so often Oliver's eyes flickered toward her, she sighed and began to reminisce about her days as a student at Hogwarts. She remembered mostly her Quidditch days, as that was the topic of conversation. She thought of how fanatical Oliver was and how Fred and George would always make fun of him for it. She also remembered when Angelina and Alicia forced Oliver to make the position of co-captain and then had her take it so Oliver had someone to keep him in check when he got over passionate about the game. Then Harry joined the team, Oliver had been extremely compulsive about him, even more so before the first game. She laughed to herself, seemingly lost in thought, as she watched as Oliver left the room.
Once he closed the door behind him she took his seat in front of Dumbledore's desk. "So, Uncle, what have you called me here for?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"Well, I'd have thought you knew. You knew what I wanted to talk about every other time I've called you here." he chuckled.
"Well, I've no idea this time, I think there's something wrong with me." she meant this as a joke, but the Headmaster took it seriously.
"Narwen, you shouldn't say that, because that is why I've called you here," he paused and looked at her searchingly, "The last time you saw Mr. Wood, four years ago, you almost died of grief, now that he's here, I'd like to make sure we don't come that close to losing you again. Narwen, everyone here cares deeply about you, staff, students, and even . . . certain visitors. Despite what you may think of them."
"Well, Albus, you do have me there, I can't deny that I almost died because of him. And I'll even admit that I still love him, but it goes against everything that I am to just accept him. I want him to prove that he really loves me, I know that human emotions don't run as deeply as elves, but I want some kind of assurance that he really does love me." Narwen said quietly looking Dumbledore firmly in the eye.
"Heh heh heh, most unnatural, an elf who isn't willing to love without proof. You've no idea how many of your kind have wasted away from unrequited love. Narwen, you truly are a complex creature. You wish for love, but you don't wish to be blinded by it, you wish to remain strong and free spirited. You are just like your mother. Oliver will have quite some time trying to prove his feelings to you." Dumbledore laughed.
Narwen rolled her eyes, "I'm not THAT difficult." She thought for a second, "Am I?" This just threw the usually calm professor into a fit of chuckling. Narwen sighed and rose to leave.
Hearing her chair scrape against the floor Oliver Wood quickly got up and ran down the stairs and out to the grand staircase.
"So she still loves me . . . but she almost died because of me. If she died I'd never be able to live with myself, oh God Professor Dumbledore is right I'm gonna have a hell of a time winning her back." Oliver thought as he reached the seventh floor, he sighed opening the door to his chambers.
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Chapter 3 - People Care About You
"Oh no, what did I do now. . ." Narwen thought as she made her way through the crowd of students on the stairs.
Albus Dumbledore had raised her since she was five, he was the only link to her past. She had been called to his office countless times for all sorts of reasons and every time she knew why, but now she had no idea what he wanted to tell her. Coming to the third floor landing she parted the students and continued down the corridor, she was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice who she was walking into. Most of the students just jumped out of her way, all of them quite used to her reckless patterns when preoccupied, but there was one person who wasn't used to this, as it was a newly formed habit.
Oliver was waiting out side Professor Dumbledore's office wondering who he was going to recommend for a professional Quidditch career, he would of course want Harry Potter. But, none of that would matter if he didn't know the password.
Just then Narwen, quite absorbed in her own thoughts, bumped into Oliver. "Oh I'm sorry-" she began, but she then looked up and saw Oliver standing there, "-no, I'm not."
"Lovely." he said.
"Why are you here Oliver, to make my life miserable?" Narwen asked.
"No, actually, I'm here to scout for Quidditch players." he said matter of factly, "You being here is just a bonus." he added touching her face gently, just like he used to when they were going out.
"Sure, you probably forgot about me until this afternoon, when you suddenly decided to fall in love with me after years of not talking." she said coldly, brushing his hand away thinking of how many other women he had touched like that while he left her hurting.
But Oliver wasn't about to let her off so easily.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Teaching." she replied curtly.
He was about to open his mouth to say something when Narwen remembered why she was there and approached the door to the Headmaster's office, "Chocolate Frog."
The gargoyle jumped aside to reveal the staircase. Narwen began to make her way up the steps when she noticed Oliver following her.
"Why are you following me?" she sighed, not in the mood to fight.
"Professor Dumbledore asked me to see him." he replied as they continued up the stairs.
"Uncle, I'm here." Narwen said softly slightly opening the door to his office.
"Come in, dear." Albus Dumbledore's voice said from in the room.
"Uncle?! Is that why you got away with murder when we were students?!" Oliver exclaimed.
"No, I just never got caught. And he's not really my uncle, he raised me since I was five, I thought you knew." she said calmly.
"I knew you were sent away from your parents to live here when you were five, but I didn't know that Dumbledore raised you." Oliver told her as she pushed the door all the way open.
"Oliver's here to see you also, I'll wait outside if you'd like." she said standing in the doorway.
"No, no Narwen it's all right this will only take a minute." Dumbledore said as he motioned for Oliver to sit down.
Narwen stood off to the side as Prof. Dumbledore spoke to Oliver about selecting players on the House Quidditch Teams to tryout for professional teams. Narwen watched from the side, noticing how every so often Oliver's eyes flickered toward her, she sighed and began to reminisce about her days as a student at Hogwarts. She remembered mostly her Quidditch days, as that was the topic of conversation. She thought of how fanatical Oliver was and how Fred and George would always make fun of him for it. She also remembered when Angelina and Alicia forced Oliver to make the position of co-captain and then had her take it so Oliver had someone to keep him in check when he got over passionate about the game. Then Harry joined the team, Oliver had been extremely compulsive about him, even more so before the first game. She laughed to herself, seemingly lost in thought, as she watched as Oliver left the room.
Once he closed the door behind him she took his seat in front of Dumbledore's desk. "So, Uncle, what have you called me here for?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"Well, I'd have thought you knew. You knew what I wanted to talk about every other time I've called you here." he chuckled.
"Well, I've no idea this time, I think there's something wrong with me." she meant this as a joke, but the Headmaster took it seriously.
"Narwen, you shouldn't say that, because that is why I've called you here," he paused and looked at her searchingly, "The last time you saw Mr. Wood, four years ago, you almost died of grief, now that he's here, I'd like to make sure we don't come that close to losing you again. Narwen, everyone here cares deeply about you, staff, students, and even . . . certain visitors. Despite what you may think of them."
"Well, Albus, you do have me there, I can't deny that I almost died because of him. And I'll even admit that I still love him, but it goes against everything that I am to just accept him. I want him to prove that he really loves me, I know that human emotions don't run as deeply as elves, but I want some kind of assurance that he really does love me." Narwen said quietly looking Dumbledore firmly in the eye.
"Heh heh heh, most unnatural, an elf who isn't willing to love without proof. You've no idea how many of your kind have wasted away from unrequited love. Narwen, you truly are a complex creature. You wish for love, but you don't wish to be blinded by it, you wish to remain strong and free spirited. You are just like your mother. Oliver will have quite some time trying to prove his feelings to you." Dumbledore laughed.
Narwen rolled her eyes, "I'm not THAT difficult." She thought for a second, "Am I?" This just threw the usually calm professor into a fit of chuckling. Narwen sighed and rose to leave.
Hearing her chair scrape against the floor Oliver Wood quickly got up and ran down the stairs and out to the grand staircase.
"So she still loves me . . . but she almost died because of me. If she died I'd never be able to live with myself, oh God Professor Dumbledore is right I'm gonna have a hell of a time winning her back." Oliver thought as he reached the seventh floor, he sighed opening the door to his chambers.