Biscuits And Broomsticks {Oliver Wood}

Bludger-Brain

"Ugh, you two are impossible!" Brenna Fowler, best-friend and fellow Hufflepuff to Freya, exclaimed as she lounged on one of the couches in the common room.

Freya shook her head at her dramatic housemate and proverbial "other-half", the two were inseparable. Unless, of course, Freya was with Oliver in which case Brenna made herself scarce. She didn't share the same fondness for the Quidditch-obsessed Gryffindor, and was repeatedly bewildered by her friend's infatuation.

"Explain to me again, why you didn't snog him?"

Freya averted Brenna's gaze, clutching a pillow close to her chest. "It just didn't seem like the appropriate time..."

"Bloody hell Freya, what more did you need, a shower of rose petals to rain from the sky? It couldn't have been a more appropriate time if you had planned it! Gryffindor's just won their first match of the season, everyone's celebrating, Oliver's holding you and staring at you like you make the sun rise, and you don't think it's a good time to finally kiss the idiot?"

Freya buried her blushing face in the pillow she was holding, regret welling inside of her as she realized her friend was absolutely correct. It had been the perfect moment, but she just wasn't sure if Oliver had been thinking the same thing...

"I really blew it didn't I?"

Brenna sat up and wrapped a comforting arm around her friend, "I know you don't want to rush anything, but it's been three years and let's face it, Oliver is far too clueless to make the first move. It's going to have to be up to you."

"What do you suggest I do then?"

"Well for starter's, do something together that doesn't involve Quidditch."

Freya looked at her friend in disbelief, "You do remember this is Oliver Wood we're talking about right?"

Brenna shrugged, "I didn't say it was going to be easy."

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"Alright, let's review. The ingredients for Polyjuice potion include?"

Oliver's brow creased in concentration as he tried to recall the details of the rather complicated potion.

"Um, lacewing flies, bicorn horn, fluxweed...leeches, knotgrass...and some of who you want to turn into?"

Freya nodded, "Not bad, but remember the bicorn horn has to be powdered, and you forgot shredded boomslang skin."

Oliver sighed, putting his head in hands. "I don't see why it even matters."

"Well, you wouldn't get a very successful potion otherwise..." Freya responded, scratching down notes with her quill.

"Not that," he said, waving his hand dismissively at their studies, "the O.W.L.S. I mean. It's not like I'm going to need any of this when I'm playing Quidditch professionally."

Freya gave him an incredulous look, "But you do realize you at least need to pass them if you want that to happen right?"

"Yeah, I suppose." he grumbled, glaring down at his textbook.

Freya watched him attempt to memorize ingredients for a few minutes before she relented, "Tell you what, how 'bout we call it day with potions?"

He smiled at her gratefully, "Sounds good."

"So what do you want to-"