Oliver Wood's diary

Chapter 1

Hi, I'm going to start a diary, and I really hope it'll not end with blood on the wall...

I'll start with stating my name, which is Oliver Wood.
And now that we got that sorted out, I'll ask you, who ever you are, to put down this book and leave it were you found it, which is hopefully in my bedside table's draw.
Because if you're reading this, which you must be if able to perform the order, you're intruding my privacy, and I don't like when people do that, and you probably don't either.

I'm not the type to write down thoughts, or at least I don't see myself as one. But lately I've had an enormous number of unexplained feelings. It's just too much to cope with in my poor little head, therefore the diary.

This notebook, which has become the loving nest for my thoughts, is actually a gift from my roommate. My roommate whom a scarily big amount of these thoughts is about. I'm just going to tell his name right away, it's Percy Weasley.
I believe he is actually the main source of my unexplained thoughts.

Percy and I share a dormitory just the two of us, there're no other Gryffindor boys at our age for some reason. We're are quite different but have always enjoyed each other's company. He is a rather nerdy, rule sucker kind of guy, and I have built up my personality around quidditch.
But we have had some good times over the years, respected each other and found our way around the differences. And this year it has been more fun than usual. We're older and it seems like it has made Percy feel more comfortable in his own body, he's a prefect, which means he has a lot of responsibilities and that he has to stick to the rules more than I've to for example. But when I asked him the other day if he wanted a sip of fire whiskey he said, and I quote: "Yeah sure, why not." (!) I mean last year Percy would never, and I repeat never had said yes to that.

Over the summer he has also grown physically, he is taller, the skin around his jaw has tightened a little bit, his freckles fated, there's still a lot of them, but...
But here comes the scary part I have taken notice of these things. I have lived with Percy for four years, I know what he looks like, don't get me wrong, but I have never thought about how he looks. He looks like the rest of the Weasley gang, he looks like my roommate.