after midnight visit || Giniver
@fiercestredhead
It had been a few days since Ginny had left Olivers flat, and she had sent him her first owl that morning, charming the parchment to make it read out her message as soon as he opened it. Having to leave for a match shortly after sending it, she hadn’t received a reply yet. The match had gone for ages, and Ginny finally made her way home after midnight. She perked up somewhat when her owl had returned with a message from Oliver though, and she quickly ripped it open. The second she read the message though, her blood seemed to run cold, and she had disapparated before she even finished reading the note.
“What?” Ginny repeated, pushing past him and stepping into his flat. “You said you’d be alright, and then I get this?” she demanded, pushing against his chest, feeling exhausted and vulnerable. “What the hell am I supposed to think about that?”
Oliver took a step back as she pushed against him, clearing the way for Ginny to walk into the flat. He frowned at the anger and hurt in her voice. “What?” he echoed, more than a little confused. He recognized her voice immediately, of course. It was impossible not to.
“Ginny, what tha hell are ya talkin’ about?” he asked, brow furrowing. He thought back to the note he’d written, trying to decide what he could have said that would have possibly upset her so much. “I wrote back, didn’t I? Did I not send it?” he asked, his confusion obvious. Maybe he had attached trash to the owl instead of the parchment? “What’d I do wrong?”
