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oliverrubmywood:

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Well, hello. ‘M Oliver, Oliver Wood. What’s brought you down to the pitch?

Uh, hello.. *He looks to him, wrinkling his nose* You have nice grass. *He shrugs his shoulders* I don’t know. I’m Toothless, though.

You’re… Toothless? ‘M just gonna assume that’s a name for me to call you and not you saying you’re toothless. S’nice to meet ya, mate.

No… It is my name. *He nods his head* S’not just something you can call me. It’s nice to meet you too.

Technically it is just something I can call you, that’s what a name is. But anyways, I like yours, it’s… odd. Do you know why you were named Toothless?

Ah, but it’s not a name. It’s the name.

And of course I do! *He stares at him, brows furrowing* ..Why?

True, but I could be saying that about my name. They can’t all be the name.

I was just wondering, mate. S’not often you run into someone with a name like that.

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oliverrubmywood:

I’m sorry.

…I miss my Oli

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Oh another new person hi there.

‘M Oliver.

I’m Victorie!

S’nice to meet you, Victorie.

Wait….what was your name again?

I’m Oliver.

……..

You aren’t my Oli.

I’m sorry.

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Oh another new person hi there.

‘M Oliver.

I’m Victorie!

S’nice to meet you, Victorie.

Wait….what was your name again?

I’m Oliver.

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oliverrubmywood:

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oliverrubmywood:

Well, hello. ‘M Oliver, Oliver Wood. What’s brought you down to the pitch?

Uh, hello.. *He looks to him, wrinkling his nose* You have nice grass. *He shrugs his shoulders* I don’t know. I’m Toothless, though.

You’re… Toothless? ‘M just gonna assume that’s a name for me to call you and not you saying you’re toothless. S’nice to meet ya, mate.

No… It is my name. *He nods his head* S’not just something you can call me. It’s nice to meet you too.

Technically it is just something I can call you, that’s what a name is. But anyways, I like yours, it’s… odd. Do you know why you were named Toothless?

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Tonkadora. Well… yes, it did mess up a bit. Mam was babying me because Lizzie and Evan aren’t home anymore, they’re both off in America or Canada or France or what have you. She rarely gets to see us now.

The Ministry’s been falling off a lot, hmm? I’ll stay away from all camps except the Quidditch ones. -takes a step back and laughs again- Bloody hell, I won’t be kidnapped. And I’m sorry for disappearing, mate, but I’ve got things to do!

Aww, Olly is Mammy Wood’s liccle baby again? She’s not broody, is she? You never know, she might not be doing it as a replacement but more preparation… 

When was the Ministry ever really on? It’s a nut house, truly. Anyhow, bugger your things! Wait, actually… *Places a hand over her mouth and sniggers quietly* Forget I said that. You could of owled at least. It’s been months, mate! Months! I’ve had to resort to drinking with work colleagues. Do you know how much pain and agony I have suffered at the hands of your carelessness?

Yeah, I’m stuck with being the baby again…  And don’t say that. Good grief.

Well… you do have a point, I suppose. -rolls his eyes and smiles- You’re so weird. And I could have… I’m sorry, I just didn’t think about that. Didn’t really have time either… Anyways, yes, I’m sorry. I know, I know, they don’t spill naughty secrets like I do and they don’t sing along to dumb songs, I know. I missed you too.

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Oh another new person hi there.

‘M Oliver.

I’m Victorie!

S’nice to meet you, Victorie.