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noodles · 07-16-2023, 01:12 PM

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

If nostalgia was what you were after this meeting of two friends would certainly fit the bill. Even over the decades it had been since graduation, even with all the trials and tribulations that teenage hormones provided, even with forming families of their own and watching their children grow up to become beautiful adults, Trixie and Oliver had remained the firmest of friends.

Trixie of course had matured greatly from the sassy, sarcastic fifteen year old she had been when she first met Oliver. It was debatable whether the same could be applied to her friend although truthfully the blonde wouldn’t change that for the world. Being around Oliver made the fifty-four year old feel like that teenager again.

That morning had been spent giving lectures to her third year Healing students who were progressing swiftly through their education. That afternoon would be spent at St Mungos guiding her fifth years through their rotations on the wards. This had left her with a spare couple of hours over lunchtime in order to escape from the University and grab a bite to eat in Diagon Alley. As the children were still in school the streets seemed fairly quiet and finding somewhere with availability and not too long a wait was fairly easy. Into the Leaky Cauldron she walked, her heels clacking on the cobblestones as she padded passing by the bar where she ordered herself a glass of Elderflower Wine and a salad and over to a table near to the fireplace to await the arrival of her friend.

Best friend.

It didn’t matter how old they were that distinction would always be important.

Merlin, how time flew. It felt like just yesterday that Oliver was graduating Hogwarts and leaving behind a sobbing Trixie, the book of memories she had given him firmly affixed in his hand. Now fifty-five years old (yes, fifty-five), Oliver still carried himself with the same confidence and the slight air of arrogance he exuded back in school. The same smirk-come-smile plastered in place as he entered the Leaky Cauldron, morphing into a warm, genuine smile as he spotted his best friend sitting by the fireplace.

Except Oliver was not the same as he had been at school. Life and the years had caught up with him. Wide eyed wonder at life vanishing, replaced by lines of age and experience on his face. His eyes were still just as green, his hair still a wild mop of unruly curls, but the innocence, if you could call it that, was gone.

He had taken early retirement, having made his name and money in both playing, and then managing pro Quidditch. He now lived a blissful, lazy life with Cameron in their family home in muggle Edinburgh – now a little too large for the pair as the four kids had flown the nest.

He ordered a butterbeer and a plate of nachos covered in all kinds of heart disease, and sauntered over to his best friend.

“Trixie Pixie.” He beamed at her. “Merlin, it's good to see you.” He remained standing, his arms open with the expectation of a warm, welcoming and familiar Trixie trademark cuddle.

07-16-2023, 01:12 PM	#64 (permalink)
noodles Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: hiss Posts: 12,260 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rowan Fairfax Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezra Greenwood Ravenclaw Fifth Year x2	My love <3 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! Quote: Originally Posted by Lottiepot If nostalgia was what you were after this meeting of two friends would certainly fit the bill. Even over the decades it had been since graduation, even with all the trials and tribulations that teenage hormones provided, even with forming families of their own and watching their children grow up to become beautiful adults, Trixie and Oliver had remained the firmest of friends. Trixie of course had matured greatly from the sassy, sarcastic fifteen year old she had been when she first met Oliver. It was debatable whether the same could be applied to her friend although truthfully the blonde wouldn’t change that for the world. Being around Oliver made the fifty-four year old feel like that teenager again. That morning had been spent giving lectures to her third year Healing students who were progressing swiftly through their education. That afternoon would be spent at St Mungos guiding her fifth years through their rotations on the wards. This had left her with a spare couple of hours over lunchtime in order to escape from the University and grab a bite to eat in Diagon Alley. As the children were still in school the streets seemed fairly quiet and finding somewhere with availability and not too long a wait was fairly easy. Into the Leaky Cauldron she walked, her heels clacking on the cobblestones as she padded passing by the bar where she ordered herself a glass of Elderflower Wine and a salad and over to a table near to the fireplace to await the arrival of her friend. Best friend. It didn’t matter how old they were that distinction would always be important. Merlin, how time flew. It felt like just yesterday that Oliver was graduating Hogwarts and leaving behind a sobbing Trixie, the book of memories she had given him firmly affixed in his hand. Now fifty-five years old (yes, fifty-five), Oliver still carried himself with the same confidence and the slight air of arrogance he exuded back in school. The same smirk-come-smile plastered in place as he entered the Leaky Cauldron, morphing into a warm, genuine smile as he spotted his best friend sitting by the fireplace. Except Oliver was not the same as he had been at school. Life and the years had caught up with him. Wide eyed wonder at life vanishing, replaced by lines of age and experience on his face. His eyes were still just as green, his hair still a wild mop of unruly curls, but the innocence, if you could call it that, was gone. He had taken early retirement, having made his name and money in both playing, and then managing pro Quidditch. He now lived a blissful, lazy life with Cameron in their family home in muggle Edinburgh – now a little too large for the pair as the four kids had flown the nest. He ordered a butterbeer and a plate of nachos covered in all kinds of heart disease, and sauntered over to his best friend. “Trixie Pixie.” He beamed at her. “Merlin, it's good to see you.” He remained standing, his arms open with the expectation of a warm, welcoming and familiar Trixie trademark cuddle.