Home Sweet Home (open)

[Oliver Marcus Wood]

Oliver wiped the last speck of dust from a shelf in his office well quarters as well only to turn and stare at the room about him. It was larger than most mainly because it had been specially placed for him with his agreement on taking the job. Before the office was a stuffy old broom closet due to the Professor being a ghost but now the room had been expanded into three smaller rooms in one. First part was his office where he hovered his history books and other historical artefacts. The second part was his bathroom and the third he did over as his bedroom. It was smaller than the house yes but he was used to travelling what with Quidditch and all.

His office door was open to air out the small room as he continued placing his things about the area. Quidditch supplies, trophies, pictures of his kids and himself, his team mates and his clothes were just setting about. But he was getting slightly tired as he leaned down to make up his bed. He smirked looking about the room and fell back onto the cot with a gentle thud. It had been so long since he had slept in a bed and not a couch, that he had almost instantly gone to sleep as he closed his eyes.

It had been a long draining day on the young quidditch star. He had moved out of the house without the kids knowing yet and the thought of having to tell them was eating him apart. How did you explain to four teenagers that their mother wanted him to move out because he was considered a catch in the sport of Quidditch. What did she want from him? He left the sport full time and she still left! He hadn’t been asleep very long when he started to dream; it had been so long since he had had a decent night sleep since the break up. He twitched and groaned in his dreams his body moving a bit as the nightmares flashed in his head.

[Gwendelynn O'Connor]

Now, Gwen could have sworn that there had been a supply closet somewhere on this floor. She needed to find a large flat broom so she could sweep the pathways between the out buildings and the main castle. And the fact was, she remembered coming to the supply closet during the summer. So why couldn't she find it now?

Wandering aimlessly down the corridor, she wasn't so much searching now, as she was actually daydreaming. Humming softly, she didn't see the open door into the corridor until it was much too late. Walking smack into it, Gwen placed a hand to her face, and glared at the opposing door. "Who in the bloody hell would leave a door open?" she growled, then realized she'd found her missing supply room, that, with further inspection, was no longer a supply room.

Moving her hand from her face, she walked into the room, wondering what it had changed into. Moving slowly through the room, she glanced at a few of the things, and realized that it was Oliver Wood's new room. The photo's of him and his teammates and his children smiled and waved back at her, and she picked up a trophy and read his name on it. She then glanced around and realized that there were quite a few trophies, and she was willing to bet good money that they all had his name on them.

Wow, he was a great Quidditch player, so what made him give it all up and become a teacher at Hogwarts? Pondering the question, she then heard sounds coming from beyond the first room, and setting the trophy back where she'd picked it up, she went to investigate. "Oliver?" she called out softly, not wanting to startle him with her presence or anything.

Outfit - Clicky!
Word Count: 298 woot woot!

[Oliver Marcus Wood]

Oliver was fast asleep on his cot and hadn't heard Gwen call out to him. His mind too preoccupied with the current nightmare that rocked his slumber. Oli normally didn't have nightmares but lately they'd been getting worse and worse with time. A light sweat coated his forehead as the dream rocked his mind.

A glimpse of his bedroom at his house with his wife in bed laughing; the fa ce of his manager smirking at him, a grin of triumph on his face. A hand across Oli's face followed by an argument and his kids coming home to a broken vase shook through his mind his tremors getting worse. The view of his wife walking away on the arm of another man caused Oli to throw his eyes open and sit up fast, cracking his head on the wooden box like frame of his bunk beds he had brought in case something happened to one of his kids.

"God DAMN it" he cursed, bringing his hand up to his forehead and noting the slight red tinge of his fingers from the force of the impact leaving a small cut on his forehead. He sighed and stood up, his weak knees stumbling into the bathroom, knocking over some items around the sink. "Shit" Oliver cursed, hunching over and staring into the sink trying to regain his composure.

[Gwendelynn O'Connor]

When no one answered her call, Gwen assumed that she must have been hearing things, and turned to leave the room, running fingers softly over the quidditch uniforms placed to and fro. Some had dirt on them, yet to be cleaned, while others were in pristine condition.

Almost reaching the door, the sudden crack from back behind her had Gwen spinning on the spot, and falling down, scraping the palms of her hands. She heard the curses and the sounds of other things falling to the floor, and once she had picked herself up, she hurried towards the door on the other side of the room, taking care to not knock anything off their perches.

Reaching the door, she stopped when she spotted Oliver at the sink of the bathroom, and she noticed the blood running down his face. "Oliver! Are you alright?" she asked, concerned. She glanced around and snagged a loose towel. "Here, your bleeding. Let me help you. Head wounds can get messy even when they're small. Trust me, I know." she came to stand next to him, wetting the towel in the sink then holding the it up and waiting for the his approval to clean.

"What happened, if you don't mind me asking?" she said softly. Something about this male made her feel super feminine, and she quite liked it.

[Oliver Marcus Wood]

Oliver was staring forwards into the white sink before him when he heard a voice which caused him to lift his head quick. He seen a blur move towards him and he almost fell backwards since he wasn’t awake enough to realize what was going on. It took him a moment to register exactly who was talking to him before he seen the towel being held up and his eyes moved to the blonde next to him.

“Gwen?” he asked and nodded, lowering his body to sit upon the toilet seat to give her access to his forehead at a height closer to her. He waited for the slight pain but didn’t even flinch as she applied it to his forehead. He was used to accidents by now! He glanced up at her and looked at her a moment. “Thanks..what are you doing here?” he asked curiously before he had truly heard her ask about what had happened.

He chuckled slightly and motioned towards his room with his thumb. “I was tired after unpacking and I must have fallen asleep. I woke up and cracked my head on the frame. Should have slept in the chair I think” he grinned and reached up to grab the towel from her, his hand brushing hers.

[Gwendelynn O'Connor]

When Oliver moved and sat down on the toilet to give Gwen better access to his forehead, she moved in to stand just in between his legs near his knees so she could still reach it easy enough. Softly wiping the blood off his forehead, she heard his question, then smiled when he answered hers.

"Yes, the chair probably would have been a better option if you had been planning on waking up so ferociously. As for me being here," she blushed a little bit. "I ran into your door. Then I realized this was the storage supply room I had been looking for, but, it wasn't anymore. And," she ducked her head. "I snooped at your pictures. Yer kids are lovely," she said softly, her Irish accent slipping through in her embarrassment. When he took the rag from her hand, and brushed hers, she blushed even more. The slight contact enough to make her hand feel hot.

[Oliver Marcus Wood]

Oliver starred forwards, his eyes noting how close she was standing and cleare his throat just a bit. He grabbed the towel seeing the blush and only smirked. He stood up slowly and looked down at her. "Thank you. They are good kids" he smiled and wet his lips, noting just how close they really were before he shook his head out of it and cleared his throat moving out into the room.

"Are you ok? You said you hit ran into the door!" he grinned and glanced at the towel that had stopped spreading red which meant the bleeding had stopped. He tossed the towel aside and leaned against the wall. "Enjoying your year so far?" he asked making conversation. He wasn't used to having a girl in his room who was not his wife so he made sure he was keeping his distance.

[Gwendelynn O'Connor]

As he stood up, Gwen realized just how much taller than she Oliver really was, and she was wearing boots. He moved out into a larger room, and Gwen followed slowly, and stood in the doorway. He asked if she was alright and she put a hand to her face, and it came away clean. "Yes, I am alright. I'm quite used to running into things, I'm just glad no one saw it." she gave him a smile.

"I'm quite enjoying the year so far. I do believe I've met some of your kids. Amara, I think, and Connor. Out in the gardens." she smiled. "Such good kids, although Connor seems a little quiet. I guess he takes after his father in that," she softly chuckled. "And yourself? Are you enjoying the new year?" she questioned. He looked so at ease, leaning against the wall, like he owned the entire castle. It made the room feel smaller with him in it, and Gwen was glad she was over by the door. It put a little space between them, a little breathing room if you must. It dawned on her that this was the first time she'd been in a males room, and she tried not to seemed freaked by the fact. It was just two teachers talking to one another. That was all.