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ninkenatePrompt: Whatever came to me first
Words: 100
Ship: Oliver/Lavender
Oliver Wood enjoyed a pre-game flight. Nothing was as invigorating as zooming around an empty stadium as fast as you could.
Oh, it was great to be in front of a cheering crowd; but here, here before the game he could be himself…just Oliver, not an international Quidditch player.
As he lands on the pitch he hears a cheer. He scans the stadium and notices a blond witch in the seats…his witch.
He flies up to her, giving her a kiss as he lands.
She was his other favourite invigorating pastime. She smiles and takes his hand leading him away.