Biscuits And Broomsticks {Oliver Wood}

Game, set, match

"Honestly Oliver, you look like you've just received a week's worth of detentions from Snape!"

Freya gazed concernedly at the glum expression on the face of her best friend, and long-time crush, Oliver Wood.

He didn't respond, but merely continued to pick at his untouched breakfast of eggs and sausage.

"It's going to be fine really, you said so yourself after the last practice. Besides, you've got Harry Potter on the team now, whom I recall you describing as a 'natural born seeker'?"

"It's not him I'm worried about. Slytherin always plays a rough match, and I don't know if I've prepared everyone well enough. I should've had more practices..." Oliver grumbled.

Freya let out a huff of disapproval, knowing the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain always got this way before a game. This instance was especially bad because it was the first of the season, against Slytherin no less.

She watched as he glared down at his food, no doubt running formations through his mind for the dozenth time. Deciding she'd had enough of his negative attitude, Freya brought out her lucky charm.

"Well, I suppose you're in need of my secret weapon then."

Oliver gave her a puzzled look as she produced a silver tin and handed it to him. His confusion immediately disappeared as he opened it, and was greeted with the delectable scent of freshly baked biscuits.

"Thanks Frey." he said, allowing a smile to appear on his features. Freya made the best sweets, no doubt about it, and she always seemed to know just when he needed them.

She returned his smile with one of her own, and he found that he liked the way it drew attention to her freckled cheeks.

Oliver was one of the very few people who got away with calling his friend, 'Frey', and he took advantage of that fact. Mainly because he liked the way it rolled off his tongue so easily with his accent. Freya liked it for this reason too, he just didn't know it.

Actually, Freya liked the way most words sounded in Oliver's Scottish brogue, which is probably why she could stand to listen to him ramble on about Quidditch endlessly. Of course, she also genuinely enjoyed his company, so she never minded much that their conversations revolved around the sport. If Oliver wanted to discuss strategy, Freya was there. If he needed to buy new equipment in Hogsmeade, she went with him.

Oliver loved having Freya around, though he often wondered why it was that she wanted to know so much about Quidditch when she didn't even play the sport. Still, she was one of his closest friends, and he was just happy to see her take an interest in his favorite game.

Freya watched as Oliver munched contentedly on a biscuit, idly thinking that it probably wasn't the best thing for him to eat before a match. It was however, the only thing that made him smile before one, and so she figured it was alright every now and then.

"Feeling better?"

He nodded, brushing a few crumbs off of his uniform.

"Good, now go kick Slytherin's arse."

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Oliver sat anxiously on his broom, hovering between the goal posts, tensed and ready to defend.
In the stands, Freya stood watching the keeper nervously. She was wearing his scarf to show her Gryffindor pride, despite the fact that she was a Hufflepuff. She had never really believed in house rivalry anyway, and tried to support everyone equally, even the Slytherins on certain occasions.

Today however, Freya wanted nothing more than to see the snakes begging for mercy as Gryffindor swept the field with them.