Our Entangled Lives // Oliver Wood

Chapter Thirty Two : Bloody Hell

Y/n's POV:

Good lord was one way to explain today.

Bloody hell seemed more both more fun and accurate however.

Because, on today of all days, Fred was sat in-between his brother and Lee.

It wasn't a rare occurrence for the boys to sit together in the beginning, but it had been for the past few years that we had known Lynn. There was always a guaranteed meter or two for them to squeeze into. And no matter where each one of us sat - Fred had usually been the one making that space for them.

But as Lynn arrived, smoothing down their locks in a anxious motion, Fred didn't budge.

George's mouth hung wide open, staring at his brother completely unblinking. Fred, most notably feeling our stares, looked up at us as if his head filled with nothing but clouds. So I was the one to shift further to my left.

Just in time before Lynn sat down, we clamped our surprised mouths shut. Only for Lynn to pause, eyes jumping between Fred and the seat next to me. Fred shifted his gaze and I patted the seat next to me with a smile suggesting that it was my plan all along.

Lynn seemed to have shrugged it off just as much as we already had. Fred could be pretty dense. Most of the time, there was nothing up there but some cobwebs.

"Y/n?"

I hummed.

"What time did you want to go to Hogsmede tomorrow?" Lynn asked, who thankfully found a way to fill the awkward silence, "I've already got an idea of what I want to wear but it would be nice to actually be able to wear it."

I chuckled. "Yeah, sure. I was thinking after 1?"

"Perfect." They tilted their head as they smiled, grasping onto their mug of coffee to soothe their cilly hands from what was a rather cold winter.

Although we where still within the first month of the year 1992, the clouds gave no hope for anything past icy winds and dreary frost. Winter in Britain was pretty magical, with it's snowball fights and cheery holidays... but after all that was over, Britain didn't know what to do with itself.

And that's how I found myself close to sleep in Transfiguration class. Again.

With Oliver's help and the godsend that library books where, I was able to get by for most of the year. And with the excitement of the new year's ball soon approaching, I was managing to just barely hang on.

But around January/ February time was when the seasonal depression made its appearance. And with it's low mood... came the sleepiness.

I was startled awake by a sharp jolt in my ribs. Before my nerves could even form a reaction to the pain, my head was up. I had just narrowly escaped McGonagall's glance, faking a smile as she held my gaze. I let out a breath just as she left.

With my senses finally kicking in, a thumping pain was felt to my left. And just like I had expected, my seatmate Nicolai had saved my ass.

Biting back a chuckle, I mouthed a quick and heartfelt, "thank you!"

Nicolai turned back to his parchment and I assumed that was that, but was then met with a piece of it that said otherwise.

“you're very welcome.”

I look up at him with my eyebrows furrowed as if to ask 'why write it?' He nodded his head back at the paper. I quickly scribbled something down.

“why the passing notes? am i missing something?”