I decided to just go on with the epilogue. Read full A/N at the end.
Oliver Oblivious
Oliver reevaluates his life to find that something's missing. On his quest for the perfect girl, he keeps bumping into Katie Bell. If only oblivious Oliver Wood would know that what he was searching for was right under his nose.
Epilogue
Oliver Wood is Forgiven for Affairs!
By: Samara Gulch
Some of you may recognize his vivacious passion for Quidditch and his lovely smile worthy of our Most Charming Smile award. Or faithful readers may have recognized him from the front cover of our Witch Weekly weeks ago. Then, handsome Oliver Wood smiled sweetly and informed us that he was, indeed, single. However, since our interview, Wood turned a new leaf. Unbeknownst to us, he already had a girlfriend, Katie Bell. A friend says, "He didn't want anybody to know about them…but they'd been dating for a while." Katie Bell is familiar to the world of our wizarding media; she writes for the Daily Prophet. Pretty and young, she manages to reveal her naiveté by remaining oblivious to the several, tawdry affairs Wood was having with many different, unsuspecting women.
"I didn't know he had a girlfriend!" one of the witches, who wishes to remain anonymous, tells me tearfully. "I spent a week sobbing my heart out. He ripped my heart out." Now imagine the multitude of pain and betrayal Katie feels. However, instead of breaking it off with Wood, I spotted them in Diagon Alley together, happy as ever.
"He's serious about her now. He apologized, and she forgave him. He was just confused," a friend says. (cont. pg 8).
Claudia Hollingberry frowned deeply at the magazine clutched in her delicately manicured fingers. "That's him," she muttered to herself, a vicious scowl passing across her pretty face. She remembered the humiliation she felt as she slunk down in her seat after he yelled at her in the café. She could almost hear his words ringing in her ear, "Quidditch is not mediocre!"
She was glad she was not associated with him; however, she had much pity on the girl dating him. She glared down at his picture, his teeth bared in a grin and his arm slung around the waist of a small, pretty witch. She picked up her relatively new quill and began scratching at his face viciously as Oliver tried to hide behind the frame from the quill's tip. A stab of vindictive pleasure coursed through her as she beamed down at her creation. The ink had marred his white teeth into rotting, black teeth and a large, bushy goatee obscured his chin. His brows were a thick, black line over his eyes. Horrified at his makeover, Oliver hid behind the frame of the picture, refusing to come back into view.
"That'll teach you not to put your elbows on the table while you're eating!" she snarled down to the picture, slamming the magazine down on the floor of her flat in London.
West of London, in a flat in Gloucester, Sarah Jenkins sobbed heavily over a steaming cup of tea as she tearfully blinked down at the pink magazine with a mixture of disgust and sorrow. "He was supposed to be my husband!" she howled to her brother, her tears profusely leaking down her raw cheeks. Her stained, blue Puddlemere United shirt hung loosely on her thin frame. She glowered at the magazine and slammed it on the table. "You were supposed to be his brother-in-law!" she wailed.
Her brother patted her arm sympathetically, glaring down at the magazine. He had already shed his Puddlemere United sweatshirt he wore earlier, now a blue heap on the floor. "I was going to be S-Sarah W-Wood!" She gave a screech, her tears dripping down her slightly, off-kilter nose. "We were going to be famous! THAT ASS!" In her fury, she picked up the magazine and hurled it across the room, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as the pink magazine flew out the open window. Then she burst out into another sob. "Damn it! There was an article on how to tame frizzy hair! I wanted to read it!" she howled through sobs, her chest heaving. "I was going to marry him!"
Sophia Flume tapped her fingers on the counter, a satisfied smile crossing her lips. "To think, Dad, I actually thought he was cute," she called to her father in the backroom, who was struggling with several boxes of Chocolate Frogs. She glanced up at the herd of Hogwarts students seeking refuge from the cold, their faces skinned raw and their eyes lighting up at the display of candies in the shop.
"I'm glad I poured tea on him. That little ass," she muttered underneath her breath. "I can't believe she's still with him!" She closed the magazine shut, slipping it underneath the counter as a boy approached her with his hands full of Chocolate Frogs and Peppermint Toads. She counted the sweets in a bored fashion. "That'll be ten Sickles," she informed him, watching the boy dump the contents of his pouch on the counter. Her lip curled at the sight of the Puddlemere United badge pinned on the front of the boy's robes. "You support them?" she snapped. "In that case, an extra Sickle."
The boy stared at her incredulously, but slid another coin across the counter.
A spark of jealousy ran through Prudence Wilson. She knew she was the bigger person; she admitted he looked rather happy with Katie. But somewhere in her conscience, she was jealous and angry. As she sipped her tea carefully, she felt a strange urge to rip the magazine into shreds. "Well, he looks like he's in love with her. He barely looked at me that night," she reasoned to herself. "Besides, he's not that cute." Slightly satisfied, she smiled to herself and flipped through the magazine to learn how to tame frizzy hair.
Twinky clipped the recipes from the back of the magazine, laying them out carefully on the glossy, kitchen table with her long, spindly fingers. As she flipped through the magazines for more recipes, she paused a picture of her master. A smile crossed her face as she bent over the picture, the point of her nose brushing slightly against the magazine. Her master bent his head back in the picture, laughing, his arm slung around Ms. Bell. She liked Ms. Bell; the young witch kindly bought Twinky a new, linen tea cozy. She gratefully accepted it, draping it around her body and giving Ms. Bell an extra biscuit and liberal amounts of tea. Twinky noted her master was happier around Ms. Bell, often talking to her for hours in the kitchen, their tea untouched and cold.
Her large ears perked at the shriek of laughter from the sitting room. She smiled to herself, creeping toward the room. Her master was sprawled out across the sofa, his fingers deftly tickling Ms. Bell's ribs. She shrieked with laughter, fighting off her master with a particularly, large pillow. Twinky was happy to see a large smile on her master's face; he was happier than when he won his Quidditch matches. With a small sigh, she trotted back to her work and began cleaning up the kitchen table, tucking the recipes neatly into the drawer with the other, yellowing recipes.
Oliver fought away the blows of the pillow, his grin refusing to slide off his face. For days, the grin remained intact on his face, even throughout Quidditch practice. He felt his mind wandering during the practices, something that never happened usually as Gimpsky was quick to point out. He fell off the sofa, crashing on the floor, the floor shuddering. She shrieked, lowering the pillow to stare down at him with her flushed face and her big, dark eyes. "Are you okay?" she said her eyes widening. "I really didn't mean to--WOOD!" He had grabbed onto her arm and dragged her down on the floor. She landed heavily on his chest, nearly knocking the wind out of him. Gasping, he stared up into her astonished face.
"You're pretty," he told her honestly.
"Shut it, you berk," she laughed, though her face looked rather pleased. He could count the discreet freckles dotted on her right cheek, and he smiled at her dimples as she beamed widely down at him.
"Can I kiss you?" he said. "Can we snog in a broom closet or something?"
Katie snorted. "Yeah…like I'd want to snog you," she said teasingly.
"Then, why are you on top of me?" he said waggling his brows.
"Because you pulled me on top of you," she said leaning her face closer to his, planting a kiss on his nose. He felt his skin tingle as she kissed the corner of his lips teasingly. Finally, she planted a kiss on his lips. At this, he placed a hand on the back of her head, deepening the kiss. She relented.
Suddenly, she pulled away. "I said no snogging today, Mr. Wood," she said with a devilish grin, climbing off him. She ran out the sitting room, her bare feet padding across the cold marble.
"BELL!" Oliver yelled, running after her, nearly tripping on a book. Her shrieks and his laughter filled the house as they ran around like children. Their laughter faded when Oliver discovered her hiding in a closet, which he promptly took as a hint and began snogging her.
In his messy flat, Jonathan Gimpsky laughed uproariously with the two Weasley twins. "I'm so glad I met you," he said wiping away his tears of mirth. "Wood will be sorry the day he introduced us." The three, eerily, wore identical, manic grins on their faces.
A/N: That's the end. Did I wrap up things nicely? I decided to leave it as it was because I really didn't feel like revamping and such. I figured it was fine; I'm sorry if that chapter disappointed you. You can imagine something else happened if you wish. So I just hope you were satisfied with this epilogue.
Thank you to all my reviewers who loved my story and those who told me the brutal truth and gave me constructive criticism! I appreciated it. I love you all.
I think, after this, I will work on aLily/James story for anyone willing to read it. I'm not sure if it will become an actual story yet but I do have the title and basic summary worked out. Take a look and see if you'd like it.
Preview of There's a moral lesson behind this.
Summary: The object of his desires, Lily Evans, is dating a berk, Bertram Aubrey. Wearing his how-can-I-win-Evans face (not to be mistaken as his constipated face), he tries to find out what Aubrey has that he doesn't to win over Lily once and for all. The moral lesson: be yourself or Sirius Black's ideas will kill you.