Happy New Year, Darling

"For the next hour, I say that for every regret we have from this war, we take a shot. Then, we let them go, and we never mention them again." On the eve to the first new year after Voldemort's death, Oliver Wood finds himself suffocating in emotions he just can't place. Story a sequel to "What the Stories Say", but it is not necessary to read it to understand this fic.