Oliver wood imagine's

Can't stand him

Oliver Wood, ugh, where do I even begin? I will start by saying I don't get the hype about him and how girls are always swooning for him. Oliver Wood is an egotistical guy who only cares about himself and Quidditch. Girls shouldn't even be wasting time with him if they don't play quidditch. Oliver Wood date a girl that doesn't play Quidditch? Ha, good luck. I would be surprised if he would even date anyone when he is practically married to that stupid game. Don't get me wrong, I like the sport, and I play with my family and friends outside of school, but god forbid I try out for quidditch if it meant I had to constantly be around Oliver AND do as he says Yeah, no.

*Potions class*

"For this next lesson, we will be partnering up, so everyone find a partner now," Snape announces, his voice echoing ominously in the dimly lit classroom. As the murmurs of excited chatter fill the air, my best friend Willmary navigates through the desks and settles beside me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Once everyone has paired off, Snape surveys the room with a critical gaze, his expression darkening as he seems to assess whether we chose wisely. With a sharp flick of his wand, he begins to instruct us on the art of potion-making, his tone shifting to one of authority. We gather our ingredients with eager hands, carefully measuring and chopping, all while striving to follow the intricate instructions laid out before us, the scent of herbs and magic mingling in the air.

"You're doing it all wrong," a male student exclaimed, his frustration evident in his tone. "We aren't supposed to put that in there; we should be using this instead!" His voice echoed slightly in the dimly lit potions classroom, drawing the attention of the other students.

Snape, with his trademark glare, shifted his focus and pinpointed the source of the commotion but chose to remain silent, letting the tension hang in the air.

"No, the book clearly says to use this ingredient!" another voice chimed in, filled with defiance. I glanced up, curiosity piqued, to see who was struggling with such a simple potion. To my dismay, it was Oliver Wood and one of his equally clueless friends, whom I had no desire to remember.

"Mr. Wood and Mr. Loyd," Snape began, his voice dripping with condescension, "it seems that your choice of partners was a miscalculation. Might I suggest you switch partners?" His slow, passive-aggressive tone sent a ripple of amusement through the class, making it clear that he was both annoyed and entertained by their incompetence. Snape looks around the class, looking for someone he can switch partners with. I'm not concerned because Willmary and I are great partners, and I think we are better off together—"Ah yes, Wood, go sit next to Miss y/l/n; she is a decent student to work with." No way. Are you kidding me? There is no way that Snape actually just paired me with the only person in the school that I can't stand more.

"Miss Swanson, switch places with Wood," Snape commanded, his voice slicing through the air like a knife. Willmary stood up, her eyes filled with sadness, and shot me a sympathetic smile before she turned to leave. My heart sank; this felt like the worst day of my life.

Oliver Wood settled into the empty seat that had once been my best friend's. With tousled hair and an easy grin, he looked at me, offering a soft smile that somehow didn't ease my frustration.

"Hey," he said, his tone casual.

I shot him a glance, my irritation bubbling up. "I hope you're not planning to make this as difficult for me as you did with your last partner," I replied, annoyance clear in my voice.

"It wasn't my fault he was doing it all wrong," Oliver says, trying to defend himself.

"Whatever you say" I replied as I resumed making the potion.

"Here, I think we need to add this," He says, handing me an ingredient.

"What do you mean you think? it says that directly in the book." I say, my irritation growing with each inflection of his voice. I can feel my frustration bubbling over, and I realize I sound like a complete bitch right now. But honestly, when I say I cannot stand this guy, I mean it with every fiber of my being—I absolutely CANNOT stand him.