we could have had it all

Oliver Damian Wood. 26. Assistant Coach for Puddlemere United.

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Sunday In The Park With Julian: [ Daphne | Oliver ]

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Daphne had been minding her own business, taking a much needed stroll through the park, when she felt something roll up against the heel of her shoes. It brought her to stop, and she bent down to retrieve the toy bludger— or perhaps it was a quaffle? It certainly wasn’t a snitch. Either way, Daphne’s precious shoes were unscathed, and she walked over to return the toy. 

“Aw, does this bludger belong to you little fella? ”Daphne asked the small child, eyes sparkling. With an outstretched hand and a widening smile, her gaze shifted over towards the hot guy she assumed was the baby’s father. “Merlin, he’s adorable. How old is he?”

Oliver cleared his throat. What kind of witch was she not to know the difference between a quaffle and a bludger? 

“It’s—it’s a quaffle,” Oliver corrected stiffly, not bothering to hide his annoyance—especially since Julian had wandered over to her to retrieve it from her. He rolled it along the grass experimentally with one hand, and Oliver stepped over to pick him up. “And he’s nine months old.” His arms were crossed, but he was suppressing an eye roll—barely. The attention she was giving Julian nearly made up for the fact that she wasn’t inclined towards athletics. “Born last July—time flies, doesn’t it?

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Interruptions: [ Draco | Oliver ]

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Draco leaned around the door uncertainly. That wasn’t much of a welcome – but considering the other door in this hall seemed to be closed, locked, and fronting a dark and vacant office, he supposed it was an improvement. He frowned at the sight of a familiar face he couldn’t immediately place, then tried a smile. “Ah…yes, I hope so. I was hoping to meet with a…Miss Marplewoth?” That obviously wasn’t the wizard in front of him, so who…?

Oliver Wood – that’s who this was! The old captain of Gryffindor’s Quidditch team, back when Draco had first started flying and had had no larger concerns in his life than beating Potter to the Snitch. He wondered if Wood would recognize him; probably. Draco knew he was a rather distinctive individual (no mistaking those pale Malfoy eyes or that sharp Black nose) even without his occasional appearance in the Daily Prophet. Should he introduce himself? Extend a hand and stride right in? Wait for an invitation to enter?

It was so hard to know how to balance these things. His father had always gone in to business meetings with overwhelming swagger and surety, confident that there were few people in the magical community foolish or stubborn enough to reject Malfoy money – but those days were past them, now. On the other hand, Draco didn’t want to come off as too self-effacing; no one wanted an investor who lacked confidence. He wished his father had come along – or better yet, come alone. It might well be true that Draco had less baggage than Lucius, but he had less experience in financial negotiations, too.

Oliver groaned at the figure who had come in. The visitor’s explanation wasn’t the greatest reason to interrupt Oliver. But considering that Oliver was probably the only soul in this office for the day, the visitor probably wandered enough to find his door. “Marigold’s out sick. But you’ll have to wait until the next season for tryouts.”

Except the figure at the door didn’t seem particularly athletic—at least not someone who trained intensely for professional athletics. Oliver narrowed his eyes momentarily, picturing his visitor to be… a seeker? There was a different reason why Oliver made that association aside from the way his visitor looked.

“Malfoy?” The name tumbled out of his mouth before his brain could have come up with it. Oliver gave a laugh; he was in Harry Potter’s year and was absolute garbage as a seeker—at least relative to Harry. “How are the Nimbus 2001s treating you?”

Julian waved his arms around from the child seat occupying one of the chairs facing Oliver’s desk. The presence of another person had gotten his attention and he dropped the quaffle at the newest distraction that had entered. Oliver sighed before standing up from his seat to recover the toy.

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Not Over Yet: [ Oliver | Alicia ]

Oliver was rarely ever alone and he had no intention of staying that way. Hell, if the Leaky Cauldron wasn’t going to be entertaining enough, then he was probably going to go elsewhere anyway. The girl at the bar didn’t seem too busy, as far as Oliver could tell. “Are you just stopping for a Butterbeer or should I buy our first round of shots?”

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Interruptions: [ Draco | Oliver ]

The seat across from Oliver’s desk was occupied by the child, secured in his caddy. Julian’s hands turned the toy quaffle as Oliver gave a few glances in between the sketches on the parchment. Oliver tapped his wand to make the ink move across the page, making adjustments with the quill.

Something shuffled outside his office door, which he had left ajar. Oliver quickly turned the sheet of paper over before calling out to whoever it was in the hall. He didn’t expect anyone at the office today and most of his meetings were typically in one of the larger conference rooms.

“What do you want?”

For how guarded and cold that Oliver sounded, the baby didn’t seem to mind.

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Sunday In The Park With Julian: [ Daphne | Oliver ]

The toy quaffle had been a Christmas gift, but it hadn’t really been in play aside from accompanying Julian in the crib. It wasn’t until now that Julian could properly sit up long enough to actually interact with it, and Oliver sat with his legs crossed across from the baby. He rolled the ball to the child, who looked at him and waved his hands, as if ready to catch it.

Julian smacked the quaffle to the side, not quite passing it back to Oliver. Before Oliver could reach for his wand to summon it back, it came to rest at someone’s ankles.

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Baby Steps | Harry&Oliver (+Teddy&Julian)

Location: Oliver’s residence Date: April 8, 2003

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“But he’s really small, Harry!” Teddy’s voice whispers into his ear, sticking close, not having quite warmed up to the new people yet. While a fairly tame child, Teddy is also curious and would normally be off playing or exploring if they were somewhere familiar, like the Burrow. But Oliver’s home is a new place for both he and Harry, so the child sits on the couch next to his godfather, his legs sticking straight out, his body pressed closed to Harry’s.

Harry turns his head to look down at Teddy. “Yeah, that’s how babies start, mate. You were that small once.” 

Teddy’s eyes widen. “But I’m not anymore! I’m big now!” 

Harry laughs and nods. “Yeah,” he agrees. “You’re big. Don’t you want to play with some of the toys we brought?” Teddy shakes his head firmly and presses himself closer into Harry’s side. Harry puts an arm around him and looks at Oliver, shrugging. “He’s a bit shy at first,” he explains. “So, er, you wanted me to… meet your son, then?”

Harry would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised to get the owl from his old Quidditch mate, asking to set up a time for he and Teddy to come over. Harry hadn’t even been aware that Oliver knew about Teddy. And a play date between a five year old and a baby who isn’t even one yet doesn’t make a ton of sense. But Harry had always been happy to hear from Oliver, someone he’s always looked up to. 

Oliver levitated a four butterbeers onto the coffee table. He had forgotten that Julian couldn’t drink butterbeer yet until one bottle of it was awkwardly in front of the high chair where Julian sat. The playdate wasn’t one Oliver thought through, but there wasn’t anyone else he could talk to. No one else was a parent yet, though he wasn’t sure what Harry was to Ted (or Teddy?).

The baby was tugging at the wings of a golden snitch toy, but the real question on his mind was whether or not it could fit in his mouth. (It couldn’t. That wasn’t the concern here.)

“Yeah—just wanted to ask you—star seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team—if he’s seeker material!” Oliver then addressed Teddy with his eyes narrowed, not quite understanding that the kiddo was a little overwhelmed. “What position do you play? You look like a good keeper, yeah?”

There was some negotiation here: he couldn’t just head straight into a question about what he’s supposed to do. This wasn’t a situation he could just pull a move out of the playbook to keep their lead in a match. It had been nine very stressful and very careful months, but Julian didn’t get to see anyone much aside from his grandparents. Maybe it was good to have another kid around?