For Oliver // Open

[find_me_soaring]

Angelina walked with her head low towards the small sanctuary. It had been probably one of the worst weeks she'd lived in a long time, and she hadn't even seen the worst like everyone else. As she approached the garden Luna had planted with her father she could see it was empty. Mementos had been left for those who wanted to remember their passed

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[so_harry]

Harry had heard the news of the garden- seen the photos in Luna's journal. He had been shocked to see it- the overwhelming beauty to have come from such sudden death. Parvati had been his friend at school. She had been one of the few to join Dumbledore's Army and to help protect Hogwarts during the Last War. Oliver- bloody hell, Oliver was Harry's first Captain - the man who made Harry realize how much he loved Quidditch. He didn't know where he would be if it weren't for Oliver. He'd given Harry the strength and the courage to be something more than just The-Boy-Who-Lived.

He approached softly, suddenly feeling as if he was on sacred ground.

He hadn't noticed Angelina at first, but her words struck him.

"I'll never play with another group as brilliant as our team was ever again," he said, offering her a half sort of smile.

[find_me_soaring]

Looking over her shoulder Angelina smiled.

"One of the best teams I've ever had." She noted before standing. "I'd never tell him that of course. Go right to his head."

Beside Harry she looked out at the garden, really taking it in this time.
"Luna's done a wonderful job. I'll have to thank her."

[so_harry]

"Bloody head was big enough as it was," Harry commented. "Grand delusions, that one."

He chuckled softly, the image of his old Captain flashing through his memories. Oliver had always been a special sort of bloke. He had been driven, head-strong and nearly always on the brink of a total breakdown. But he had been one of the best Captains Harry ever worked with- though, then, he realized that he and Angelina had followed behind him.

He turned to Angelina, hands stuffed in the pockets of his trousers.

"It's really something, isn't it?" he asked. "I don't think I've ever seen anything like it before."

[find_me_soaring]

Nodding she surveyed the garden carefully. Most of the flowers she'd only seen in herbology books but it seemed a fitting tribute.

"She's certainly got talent, that one." But it occurred to her that Harry wasn't just here for Oliver. "I'm sorry about Parvati." It wasn't much to offer but she knew enough that they had been friends.

Looking back to the garden she let out a soft sigh. "This can't be easy for you. Everything's so..." unable to find the words Angelina said the only thing she could. "...fucked."