Oliver Wood

“Damn, where is it.” Oliver Wood muttered under his breath as he rummaged through a cupboard in his sparsely decorated flat. “Where the hell did I…” He continued, trailing off as his eyes caught what he was looking for- floo powder. It was around Christmas, four years after the war. Harry had since married Ginny and invited people Hogwarts to the burrow to celebrate. Oliver hadn’t seen most of these people in years, not since the war had left them all clinging to one another, grateful to be alive. Oliver lit a fire with his wand and, as he waited for the flames to catch, he shifted uneasily. He knew there was nothing to worry about but it had been four years. What if the others had changed? He certainly had, learning that there was a bit more to life than just quidditch. He dispelled any nervous thoughts from his mind and grabbed a sealed bottle of firewhiskey to share before stepping into the now green flames.

Oliver stumbled out of the fireplace of the burrow, running straight into no one other than Percy Weasley.