First year [Percy Weasley × Oliver Wood]

Percy's POV [meeting]

I saw my mother wave me off, Fred and George sticking there tongues out , Ron and Ginny trying to catch up with the train as my mother tried to chase them. This was it, I was finally going to Hogwarts.

I navigated my way through the crowds of people, I couldn't find an empty compartment except and my brother's were no where in sight. At last, I found an empty compartment right at the end. Or at least I thought it was empty, a rather tall and brunette boy was sat in the corner. He had ruffled hair, which annoyed me to no end, a mischievous look in his eyes and was quite built for our age.
"Can I sit here?" I grumbled out, hoping the answer would be yes because it would be quite humiliating if I had to go find my brother's.
" 'Course" He scoffed out, playing with a small ball in his hands, he had a thick Scottish accent which made it hard for me to get to grips with his words.

I nervously sat down on the other side of the compartment, unsure what to do with my hands. I grabbed a magazine out of my bag and started with the word search.

"So, what's your name?"

I stared blankly at him, not understanding a word he said.

"Name? Uhm, I'm Oliver Wood," He pauses "I'm from Scotland"

That explained the accent.

"Right, of course, my name is Percy Weasley."

I sat there in silence, completely disregarding the tempting word search at the palm of my hands. I needed to know more about this boy- not because I liked him, or because I wanted to be friends but now that I knew his name I needed to know his story. I weighed my options- wait for him to start a conversation or start a conversation myself. Obviously, I was leaning towards the first option, but looking between him and that ball he seemed so immersed in I could tell he wasn't going to start a conversation anytime soon.

"So, what was Scotland like"

Oh my god, was that really the best I could come up with? What was Scotland like? I looked at him, suddenly, he looked up and I looked away. He laughs, before answering, in that same thick ANNOYING accent.

"Oh, Scotland? Yeh, it was fine yk. Alot of countryside - I loved playing Quidditch in the open fields. No one but me and my family there"

Of course, he was just like everyone else. Quidditch obsessed. He looked at me again- god, must be maintain eye contact?

"What 'bout you, where you from?"

"Devon, it's similar to what you described. Very hilly and alot of fields."
I muttered quietly.

Well, this was going great wasn't it? After that, we didn't say much until the lady with the sweet trolly came around to our compartment. I flushed red as soon as she asked if we wanted anything and I had to shake my head. Oliver seemed to pity me, and bought alot more than one person could need. After she left, he tossed me some of the things he bought.

"There, to friendship, yeh?"

"To friendship." I rolled my eyes, surely he couldn't possibly think we would actually become friends after this?

Outside was darkening rapidly, I pulled on my robes. Oliver did the same after me, I realised I hadn't asked him a question I was severely interested in.

"What house do you want to be in?"

"Gryffindor"

Maybe he wouldn't be so bad.

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Oliver's POV, coming soon. School does keep me occupied though so updates may be slow.