By the time December rolled in, the Yule Ball was all anyone could ever talk about. Teachers and staff would discuss decorations and program flows to one another while walking down the corridors, which some students would overhear. Girls talked about what their gowns would look like, and the boys did the same with their dress robes. Possible dates would be gossiped about during meals or at the back of the classroom during lessons. As the event drew nearer, more and more students could be found asking people out or being asked out in the corridors, courtyards, and even the Great Hall, whether it was during break times or even in class.

Jessica and her friends had admittedly been doing the same. Majority of their recent conversations revolved around the Yule Ball. This was exactly what they were doing as they trudged down the steps of the Owlery after Jessica sent Oliver a letter about their meeting time and place for the Hogsmeade trip the following day.

"Who knew looking for a date would be what I'd be stressing over this year?" Alista complained, wrapping her scarf and jacket tighter around her when a cold, winter wind breezed by.

"What, no date prospects for once?" Jessica asked.

"Salazar, no. Too many prospects is more like it."

Jessica rolled her eyes while Bethany scoffed at that answer.

"What? It's true!" Alista said, the snow crunching loudly under her boots when she stomped to make her point. "We've got Durmstrang and Beauxbatons men in the mix, now."

"That's actually a valid reason," Jessica mused.

"Don't indulge her," said Bethany in disapproval. Ignoring their words, Alista kept on talking.

"I'd like to go with this guy from Durmstrang, though — Nikolay's his name, I think."

"You think?" Jessica repeated.

"There's a lot of names to keep track of, okay? Either way, they're always at the Slytherin table, so I've gotten pretty well-acquainted with them."

"What if he doesn't ask you?" Bethany asked.

"Then I'll ask him," said Alista nonchalantly. "Or if someone cuter than Nikolay asks me first, I won't object."

Jessica chuckled under her breath at that, both entertained and amazed by the blonde girl's confidence.

"I'll probably just be going with Alden," Bethany said, neither sounding excited nor disappointed.

"Alden Brown? The sixth year Hufflepuff?" Jessica clarified, which Bethany responded to with a nod.

"Yeah, he's best mates with Diggory or something. He asked me the other day and I said I'd think about it."

"Do you want to go with him? You don't sound all too thrilled," Alista observed.

"It's not that I don't want to. I wouldn't mind going with him at all, but he's been a longtime family friend, so I'm growing sick of his face."

The girls giggled at that, their laughs echoing down the hall now that they had finally reached the warmth of the castle again.

"How about you, Jess?" Bethany asked.

"I don't —" Jessica was cut off when she and her friends nearly crashed into a group of students who had just turned the corner.

"Whoa, sorry 'bout that."

Jessica stepped back and found herself standing before Terence Higgs and another Slytherin she knew was named Wright (his first name, though, she had no idea). It had been a while since she had encountered Terence at all, what with them having different N.E.W.T. classes now.

"Greene, Faye, Hawthorne," he smiled. The girls greeted him back politely, their words overlapping with one another. "Where are you heading?"

"Nowhere in particular. We just came from the Owlery," Jessica answered. "And you?"

"On our way there now, actually," Terence gestured to him and the boy beside him. "Gotta send out our requests for dress robes."

"We won't keep you, then."

They all exchanged see you's and casual waves before separating and going on their own ways.

"Oi, Greene," Wright called out after a few paces. "Don't forget that you're hosting game night this weekend!"

"Already on it!" Alista replied without turning around. The other two girls sent her questioning looks at that, awaiting an explanation. "We just play and have fun at the common room sometimes. You know, play Gobstones, some cards, maybe sneak in some drinks and... more."

"Are you sure you should be exposing your Slytherin common room antics to the Head Girl?" Bethany teased.

"Hey, I'm not that uptight," Jessica defended. "As long as you lot don't cause trouble or put anyone in danger, I'll pretend I didn't hear any of this."

"Glad to know I get a free pass for being friends with the Head Girl," said Alista with a cheeky smile as the three friends continued with their stroll through the castle. "So, what's your answer?"

"For what?"

"Who are you taking to the Yule Ball?"

"Oh, I don't have a clue. I mean, I can't exactly take Oliver."

"Why don't you take Terence?" said Alista.

"Alista, no!" both Jessica and Bethany pushed the Slytherin girl lightly, causing her to teeter sideways.

"Kidding, kidding!" she exclaimed, raising her hands up in defense once she regained her balance. "I just wanted to see your reaction."

Jessica sent her a small glare at that.

"My real suggestion is to just go with a friend," Alista went on. "That way, at least you'll know for sure that you'll enjoy the evening."

"But who else — aside from myself — would want to go to the hall with just a friend?" Jessica said hopelessly as they made their way down one of the staircases. "I'm sure a lot of people want to ask out someone they have a crush on or something."

"You can just ask one of us," two voices sounded from behind her. Startled, Jessica jumped a little before spinning on her heel and finding Fred and George Weasley there.

"You two? Really?" she said disbelievingly.

"Wow. If you're that disgusted by the idea, then..." Fred feigned offense.

"I was just asking."

"Well, why not?" George shrugged. "Pick one of us, Jess. Time is Galleons."

"Yeah, we're on high demand, if you must know," Fred grinned.

"I'll pass, then," said Jessica, continuing on her way down the steps.

"Hey, believe it or not, we're serious," George said, both he and his brother overtaking the girls and coming to a stop before them, effectively blocking them from moving any further.

"That's right. Well, that's if Angelina rejects me," Fred admitted. "I haven't asked her yet."

"I'm pretty sure she'll say yes to you, Fred," Jessica told him.

"Then, we can go together, Jess," George nudged her playfully.

Jessica paused, eyeing him carefully to double check if George was being serious about going to the Yule Ball with her. As hard as it was to read the twins since they were almost always scheming something, they both seemed genuine.

"You're not pranking me, are you?" she said slowly.

"For once, Forge and I are not," replied Fred.

"Gred's right," George said. "Besides, balls aren't really my thing, but I'd like to have fun, too."

"If you ask me, it sounds like a good idea, Jess," Alista piped up, which Bethany supported with an encouraging nod.

"Well, if you're sure..." said Jessica. "Alright, then."

"Nice," George clapped his hands together. "At least we didn't have to go through the pressure of asking someone out in front of everyone else. You should've seen Ron earlier."

Jessica shared looks of mild surprise with her friends at that. And then, all at once, they all began bombarding the twins with questions.

"Ron? He had the guts to ask out someone in public?"

"Who did he ask? Was she from Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, or Durmstrang?

"What happened? Did it even work out?"

"Get this: he tried asking out..." Fred said in suspense, making the girls lean in closer. "Fleur!"

"Fleur Delacour?" Alista gasped. "The Beauxbatons champion?"

"No way," Bethany's jaw dropped. It was practically a triple-hit: she was a quarter-Veela, a champion, and older than Ron.

"That's right. He was traumatized by the time he returned to the common room," Fred shook his dramatically.

"Poor boy was shaking and blubbering like a flobberworm," George feigned sympathy.

"Better to ask Ginny for an eyewitness's account, though," Fred advised. "Anyway, if everything's settled, we'll be off — got some things to accomplish by the end of the day."

"Oh, right," George said, snapping his fingers. "If you'll excuse us, ladies and my Yule Ball date."

"Yep, we've got a prank that needs some carrying out!"

Both parties exchanged goodbyes with one another. Jessica was about to leave when George had one last thing to say, raising a hand to stop her.

"Wait, just a quick question: Oliver won't hex me for going to the Yule Ball with you, right?"

★ ★ ★

The flames in the fireplace at the heart of the room crackled steadily, casting warmth and light in the room. A brass clock was ticking above it, reading exactly eleven o'clock. The cold winds outside breezed past, causing some tree branches to lightly strike the window that looked out from the living room and into the streets of Scotland.

Oliver looked up at the small sound, jumping a little as if it had reminded him to hurry up. He looked at his wristwatch despite there being a clock right in front of him, relaxing when he realized that he was not late; in fact, he was early. Still, he was quite eager about his plans for the day, so he decided that there was no better time than now to leave.

He tucked in his white sweater, swung his grey jacket over his shoulders, slipped on his boots, and picked up his wand on the table. He wordlessly put out the fire with a wave of his wand, checked that he hadn't forgotten anything, and then he was out the door. Grasping his wand tightly, he focused hard on his destination, and with a crack, he was pulled and twisted into nothingness.

A second later, Oliver found himself having Apparated onto the snowy grounds of Hogsmeade village. A nostalgic smile came over his face after basking in his surroundings and spotting the grand castle in the distance. Sometimes, it was still unbelievable to him that he had already graduated from Hogwarts and was actually working now.

11:15 AM, Brews and Stews Café, Hogsmeade, Oliver recounted in his head, already beginning to trudge down the road to where he and Jessica had agreed to meet up. For some reason, he was feeling nervous. It almost felt as if this would be their first date since they hadn't seen one another in over three months. He was excited, too — although they frequently sent each other letters, it was still a bit hard to keep up with them, especially since he not only had regular and intense trainings, but was also still adjusting to being an adult that had to constantly run errands and live independently. Of course, he also wanted to hear what Jessica had been up to and to tell her what he'd been doing in person; it just wasn't the same when merely writing about it.

The café was on the farther end of the village, down the alley where Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop and Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop were located. Hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, Oliver took his time strolling through the street, looking into the windows of the nearby shops and passively observing students that were excitedly running into Zonko's or Honeydukes.

Just as Oliver turned the corner down the next street, he finally saw her. She was bundled up in a black sweater and jeans, brown coat, a patterned muffler that matched her gloves, and her black hair partially hidden by a bonnet on her head. As she walked down the path, Oliver took note of the redhead and blonde accompanying her, Bethany Faye and Alista Greene. He was about to make his way there to greet them all, but Faye and Green were backtracking and already saying goodbye to Jessica.

Oliver paused, a new idea coming to mind. He waited for the other two girls to disappear into the crowd, leaving Jessica alone to walk up to Brews and Stews Café. She stopped right by the window and looked up to read the sign, presumably to be sure that she was at the right shop. With her back still turned, Oliver quickly walked up to her from behind. A mischievous grin found its way to his face as he abruptly placed both his hands on her shoulders.

"Hey —" Oliver stopped short when he was elbowed in the stomach. "Ow! Jess, it's me!"

Hearing that Scottish accent alone was enough for Jessica's heart to race. She whipped around and found herself almost face to face with the one and only Oliver Wood — well, the only reason they were at the same height was because he was slightly bent forward, clutching the stomach she had just elbowed.

"Oh my Godric, Oliver!" she exclaimed.

This is strangely familiar, Oliver thought to himself. I should've known better than to sneak up on her.

"Yes, it's me," he said, straightening back up. "Why do you always hit —"

He was cut off yet again, but this time, it was because Jessica had flung her arms around him. Oliver stumbled backwards, mildly caught off guard but eventually wrapping his arms around her as well. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at her actions, the sound reverberating in his chest where Jessica was pressed up against.

Jessica could practically feel all her worries leave her body from Oliver's embrace alone, especially when he tugged her even closer and held onto her tighter. She never saw herself as one to express her affection through physical touch, but after not being around Oliver for months, it was as if that was all she craved for and she was finally satisfying that need.

"I missed you, lass," said Oliver, glad that she couldn't see his face turn red.

"I missed you, too," Jessica said quietly, feeling shy for a moment. She gently pulled back to properly face him and take in his form. "Your hair's growing."

"Huh? Oh," Oliver said bashfully, running a hand through his light brown hair. "I reckon it makes me look older. Does it?"

"Hmm, I suppose it does. You don't really look like the boy who tried to drown himself in the showers after losing to Hufflepuff anymore," said Jessica with a hint of humor.

"Come on, that was an important match and you know it," Oliver grumbled.

At last, the pair entered Brews and Stews Café. It wasn't as famous as the Three Broomsticks or as infamous as Madam Puddifoot's, but the ambiance was pleasant, the food was delicious, and there were less students in there that would have crowded the more popular shops in the village. As it was just around noon, Jessica and Oliver opted to order a light lunch for they would probably end up stopping by the Three Broomsticks later on, anyway — a Hogsmeade trip just wouldn't be complete without grabbing a classic Butterbeer there.

It was comforting for the couple to hear from one another this way rather than through letters. Oliver brought Jessica up to speed with Puddlemere United — he named and discussed each and every member of the team (even Charles Hawthorne, who she obviously already knew all too well), both on the main and reserve ones, and enthusiastically explained their training regiment and plans for the Quidditch season. He was truly living out his dream, and it was clear as day how happy he was as he spoke animatedly about it. Meanwhile, Jessica rambled on about her interesting N.E.W.T. classes and complained about the difficult ones, raved about the castle's meals that were even more spectacular than usual because they wanted to impress their guests (Oliver couldn't help but comment that he missed the food at Hogwarts a lot), and recounted the events of the Triziward Tournament by far.

"I read about it on the Daily Prophet, but it still sounds so absurd that Harry became a champion," said Oliver thoughtfully. "The lad's still always getting himself into trouble, isn't he?"

"I guess you could phrase it that way," Jessica mused. "You couldn't imagine everyone's faces when Harry got called out and it turned out it wasn't just Cedric who'd be representing Hogwarts."

"Diggory, huh? The one you called tall, strong, and good-looking last year?"

"Angelina and Katie said those, not me."

"But you agreed with them."

"I did, and I still do," Jessica said teasingly, causing Oliver to huff.

"Enough about him," Oliver waved his hands madly. "How was the First Task? How did the dragons look up close?"

"Oh, they were massive. Beautiful and scary at the same time, too," Jessica answered. "I still can't believe Harry managed to place first with Krum. He used his Firebolt and flew like a pro, you know?"

"I wish I'd seen it," Oliver said longingly. Although he was enjoying his time as a reserve player for a professional Quidditch team, he had to admit that flying in Hogwarts felt different, and he would've also liked to see a former teammate like Harry use his flying skills in something as grand as the Triwizard Tournament. "When's the next task?"

"February, but nobody knows what it'll be yet."

"So, a few months without any other special event, then? This is a good time to demand the professors to reinstate Quidditch."

"If only I could do that," Jessica said wishfully. "But uh, there's actually another event coming up. The Yule Ball."

Oliver furrowed his brows, not having heard of such a thing before.

"It's a Triwizard tradition — a formal dance among the three schools that takes place on Christmas Eve," Jessica explained. She paused, feeling awkward all of a sudden. She didn't think about this beforehand — how to tell Oliver that George had asked her to be his date. She wasn't sure how he'd react, even if they were only going to attend as friends. "And uh, well..."

"What is it?" Oliver asked when he noticed her uneasiness.

"You see, George sort of asked me to go with him to the ball," Jessica finally said. When Oliver raised his eyebrows, she quickly added, "As friends, of course."

Oliver was quiet for a moment. He was well-aware of the fact that Jessica was with him, that George was just a good friend and teammate, and that the Yule Ball was an official event. Despite all of these, he couldn't stop the prickle of jealousy at the thought of Jessica going to a dance with someone that wasn't him. Good Godric, Oliver wouldn't have thought twice about an event like the Yule Ball before, but now that Jessica would be attending it, part of him wished that he was still a student so that he could go with her.

"I actually wasn't sure if I'd have a date at all because, well, I can't take you," Jessica admitted. "But George offered because he said he'd rather go with a friend, too."

"Well, okay..." Oliver trailed off. Jessica shifted in her seat, unsure of what exactly he was feeling.

"You're not mad, are you?"

"Mad? No. Jealous? Maybe a little," Oliver said, folding his arms over his chest like a kid. The corners of Jessica's lips tugged upwards as she was both entertained and appreciative of his honesty.

"If you had stayed behind for just one more year, we wouldn't be in this dilemma," she said jokingly, making Oliver scoff.

"But in all seriousness, lass... I do suppose it's for the best that it's George you'll be going with. I'd rather him than some random tosser ask you out," said Oliver truthfully. Though he did feel a little immature for being jealous, especially because it wasn't like any of them had much options to begin with, he knew that George was a good person who'd undoubtedly be a fun and charming date for her. "Oh, but make sure he knows I'll be watching him more carefully now. If I happen to see him today... he better watch out..."

Jessica smiled at his words before saying, "No need to be so callous, Oliver. Besides, there's actually something I wanted to ask you about the Yule Ball, too."

Oliver tilted his head and sat up straighter, curious as to what she could possibly ask of him.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Will you help me pick a dress?"

★ ★ ★

Jessica mentally praised her scheduling and timing techniques when she and Oliver made their way into Gladrags Wizardwear, the bells on top of the door ringing as she swung it open and found that it was mostly empty. It was a good plan of hers to grab lunch first because she had an inkling that most students would buy their gowns and dress robes the moment they stepped foot in Hogsmeade that day — that is, if they didn't already order and have them customized by owl.

Because of the Yule Ball, Gladrags Wizardwear had special clothes in stock for the event. Jessica wasn't really fond of their eccentric items, though, so she was grateful to learn that they had collaborated with both Twilfitt and Tattings and Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. The store was more packed than usual with clothes and fabrics of all colors, lengths, and patterns, and she was confident she'd be able to find at least one dress that she would like. She expected them to be pricey, but her parents had sent her a generous amount of Knuts, Sickles, and Galleons just for this, knowing all too well that attending the ball was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Meanwhile, Oliver didn't know why he was nervous. All Jessica did was ask if she could help her choose a dress, and of course, he'd said yes. But now that they were actually about to do it, he was feeling a little jumpy.

How do you even pick a dress? he wondered, scanning the rows and piles of clothes that covered every inch of the store. His daily wardrobe was mostly basic, and he believed he looked decent even if styling wasn't exactly his forte. His robes for Hogwarts, occasional dress robes and suits, and even Quidditch uniforms were all fitted by a seamstress who seemed to know exactly what would look best on him. In conclusion, Oliver had no idea how he could be of any help in picking out a dress for the Yule Ball.

"Er, Jess," he called out uncertainly as Jessica had already begun her search. "What exactly am I supposed to do?"

Jessica suppressed a laugh at how clueless Oliver looked, standing in the middle of the aisle stiffly.

"You can start by doing what I'm doing," she said, gesturing to the racks.

"Which is?"

"Well, try finding a color or design that catches your eye, and then we'll see if it looks fine on me."

"Oh. Got it."

And so, they set out to exploring the shop. Jessica was happy to note that it didn't take her long before she found dresses of different colors and styles that caught her eye. There were blue, green, and red ones, some of them plain and modest while others were studded with jewels and flashier. There were also dresses that reached the floor while the others cut just below the knee.

Oliver felt lost. He'd only picked out two gowns that he deemed pretty, whereas he could see from across the room that Jessica was carrying more than six — how she was doing it at all, he didn't know, because gowns were much heavier than people realized.

"Why don't I take those for you?" Oliver suggested with a small chuckle once he'd made his way to her.

"Oh, great. Thanks, Oliver," Jessica beamed, dumping all the gowns onto him. He staggered slightly at the weight, and when he was still in the middle of adjusting to it, another gown was placed in his arms.

Oliver seemed to be experiencing a lot of déjà vu that day. As he struggled under the weight of the dresses, he was vaguely reminded of the first time he'd gone to Hogsmeade with Jessica. It was back when the two had just started to become friends, and yet she'd already made him carry most of her bags full of Christmas presents.

Thankfully, Jessica soon decided to try on her chosen dresses, right when Oliver thought he'd need to levitate them with magic rather than carry them around manually because of the weight and number of them. Oliver followed her and the shopkeeper to the back, grateful when they took the gowns away from him and he got to sit down on a stool in front of one of the changing rooms.

"Wait there," Jessica told him. "I still need your opinion after I try them on."

"I'm not going anywhere, lass."

The first gown that Jessica wore was sleek and black. It was flattering and made her look mature, but now that she was wearing it, she didn't think she was very comfortable with a body-hugging dress.

"How is it?" she asked, stepping out of the room.

Oliver gulped when he saw her, slightly taken aback because this was the first time he was seeing her clad in such a fancy and formal attire.

"It's nice," he replied, unsure if it was okay for his eyes to travel downwards or not. Jessica didn't seem to notice it anyway, instead just pursing her lips at his simple response.

"Hmmm... I suppose I'll see how the others look, first," she said, stepping back into the room to get changed. The next one she tried was periwinkle in color. It was made mostly of a tulle material, and she felt that it gave off an air of innocence, especially compared to the first. She observed herself in the mirror, finding it pretty but feeling as if it wasn't 'the one.'

Again, she stepped out and asked Oliver what he thought of it.

"It's cute," he said. Jessica was growing slightly frustrated already, but she suppressed it. She was probably just being impatient. There were still many other possible gowns she could get.

But the next few that she fitted weren't that great either, nor did she get much of a response from Oliver. She didn't feel a hundred percent sure of them as it was, and Oliver's short comments were not helping. Were the gowns really not the right ones for her, or were they actually decent and Oliver was just horrible at complimenting?

She was down to the last couple ones from her choices thus far. From eyeing them alone, though, she could already tell that she might feel uncomfortable in the grey one with the high slit, and she wasn't very fond of the short pink one, after all. But behind those two, she could see some white fabric peeking out. She pulled it out from rack, noting that she didn't recognize it, so it must've been one of the two that Oliver had picked.

This better look good, she thought to herself as she unzipped her current dress to slip into the next one.

Outside the fitting room, Oliver was growing bored. It wasn't that he didn't want to help Jessica, but he honestly couldn't see what the problem was in choosing just one gown. He thought she looked great in all of them, but she always seemed to have second thoughts.

"Er... what do you think?"

Oliver looked up at the sound of Jessica's voice and the curtain being withdrawn. While he'd already found her pretty in the other dresses, his mouth parted at the sight of her in this one. It was white, made of a satin material, and had a V-neckline. But what really topped it off was the gold embroidery that adorned the gown in all the right places, making her look simple yet undeniably elegant.

"Whoa," he breathed out, sitting up straighter. "You look amazing, lassie. Seriously."

Jessica felt her face grow warm, not expecting him to compliment her so frankly. And this time, he'd sounded much more sincere about it.

"Thanks," she said quietly, fiddling with the fabric beneath her fingers.

"Wait, that's the one I picked," Oliver perked up.

"Er, yeah," Jessica said, briefly turning around to look at herself in the mirror again. "I like it. A lot."

"Me too." For a second, Oliver was envious of all the other people at Hogwarts who would get to see her all dolled up for the Yule Ball. He was even more envious of George now, who was lucky enough to be her date for that night. He wished he could sneak into the castle and pose as a student just so he could be the one to escort her to the ball, but that was a completely ridiculous notion.

"It's settled, then. I'll get it," Jessica said with conviction.

"Really?"

"Unless you have any objections."

"Nope, none at all. You should buy it now," said Oliver quickly, a light blush dusting his cheeks soon after when he realized how eager he was being. Jessica fought back an amused smile at that.

"Good."

Having finally chosen a gown to wear at the Yule Ball, Jessica changed back into her regular clothes and spoke to the shopkeeper about small alterations and having it delivered at least a week before the event. She paid with the money her parents had given her, thanked the shopkeeper, and then she and Oliver were walking back out the door hand in hand.

As they exited Gladrags Wizardwear, it was clear that the sky had begun to grow a little darker, indicating that a lot of time had passed since the students first arrived at the village that morning.

"You have to go back soon, don't you?" asked Oliver as he and Jessica walked down the pathway.

"Yeah," Jessica said, trying not to sound too disappointed. "This is the end of our little reunion."

"I suppose we'll need to plan more of these, then."

"Definitely."

They slowed to a halt when they eventually reached the track that led to the carriages. A large number of students were already making their way there, talking about how cold it was or how happy they were to drink Butterbeer and purchase loads of sweets from Honeydukes.

"I should go now. I wouldn't wanna miss the carriages and get my Head Girl position revoked," said Jessica half-jokingly.

"Ah, still the teacher's pet, I see," Oliver nudged her.

"I'm not. I swear, I'm much calmer and more lenient than Percy when he was Head Boy."

"If you say so," he teased before quieting down again, knowing that she'd have to leave any time now. "Well, I guess this is it."

"It is," Jessica sighed. "Thank you for today."

"Of course. Thanks to my impeccable taste, you found the best possible dress for the ball."

"You mean, thanks to my parents' money," she corrected with a playful roll of her eyes. "But really, thank you. Goodbye, Oliver."

She squeezed his hand and sent him a soft smile. Just before she could fully let go, Oliver gripped her hand tighter and suddenly pulled her back towards him. She stumbled back into him, allowing Oliver to hold her by the waist instead. And then, he was leaning closer and pressing his lips onto hers, soft and slow at first, and then a little deeper and more earnestly when she returned the kiss a second later.

Jessica's face was flushed when they parted, though Oliver couldn't tell if it was from the cold or their kiss. Either way, he found it endearing.

Oliver smiled at her, confessing, "I know we haven't even separated yet, but I already can't wait to see you again, lass."

A/N: Yay Oliver's back!! I miss writing about him in Hogwarts lmao but I'm really excited to explore his story (and Jessica's) outside of it in this fic since we don't know much about it in canon.

While you're here, I just want to plug my Cedric Diggory fic called Work of Karma, the sequel to A Change in Fate. I think some of you have read or are reading them already but I do hope you check them out if you haven't yet <3 I don't set my books in the same universe, but you might notice that I do like to sneak in some characters from one fic to another just for fun sometimes hihi :>