Oliver wood imagine's

Rumors aren't always true

As a new student at Hogwarts, I found myself sorted into Gryffindor, the house renowned for its bravery and camaraderie. To my surprise, many of the girls—and even some of the boys—remarked that I had caught their attention with my appearance. Honestly, I think that's a bit exaggerated, but it was flattering nonetheless. What truly astonished me was the speed at which I made friends; the warm smiles and friendly greetings from my fellow students were refreshing. Their kindness created an inviting atmosphere, making me feel right at home in this magical school.

"Hi, Y/n! I'm Oliver Wood. Welcome to Hogwarts and Gryffindor!" A tall boy stood before me, easily a few inches higher than I was. His warm brown honey eyes sparkled with warmth and enthusiasm, and his short brunette hair was tousled just enough to give him a casual, friendly look. As he spoke, his Scottish accent rolled off his tongue like a gentle breeze, adding an extra charm to his welcoming words.

"Oh, hi Oliver. It's a pleasure to meet you," I say with a warm smile, extending my hand for a shake. His grip is firm yet friendly, making me feel instantly welcomed.  

"If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask," he responds with genuine enthusiasm in his voice. "I'd be more than happy to show you around this place."  

"Thank you so much! I'll definitely take you up on that offer," I reply, my laughter bubbling up as I glance around the vast, sprawling hallways. "This school is enormous and quite overwhelming!"

"Yes, I've been here for my entire school career, and I still manage to get lost," he says with a smirk, clearly reveling in his own lack of navigational skills.

"Oh, that really reassures me," I reply, my tone oozing with sarcasm. "I feel so much better knowing my guide has no sense of direction."

He bursts into laughter, clearly enjoying the banter. 

"Uh, sorry! I promise I won't get us lost this time," he stammers, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson as if he's just realized he's a walking GPS malfunction. "I mean, how hard can it be to find our way? It's not like we're looking for Atlantis or anything!"

"I hope you're good at keeping promises; I would hate to mysteriously disappear just as I've finally arrived," I say, playfully teasing him again, a light laugh escaping my lips. His eyes twinkle with warmth as he responds.  

"I assure you, I won't let that happen," he replies, flashing a charming, friendly smile that instantly makes me feel at ease. He truly seems like a genuinely nice person.  

"Good," I respond shyly, my cheeks warming with a hint of color as I smile back, our gazes locking for a moment that feels electric.

"I have to get to quidditch practice, but I look forward to talking with you again, hopefully soon," he says, walking away.

"Likewise," I reply.

I really like Oliver Wood. He seems really nice, just as everybody here does.

"Hey, new girl, I'm Sammy," A blond-haired blue-eyed girl approaches me.

"Oh, Hi, I'm y/n," I said to the friendly girl.

"So, I see you were talking to Oliver Wood. Hmm, Quidditch keeper and captain, one of the best Quidditch players here," she says with a big, bright smile. She is a very bubbly person.

"Oh wow, that's interesting, and he seems really nice," I reply to her

"Oliver Wood is genuinely one of the nicest people I know. And trust me, I've met plenty of kind-hearted individuals. But my history with Oliver runs deep, and he's taken quite an interest in you. What I mean to say is, he has a crush on you; he finds you incredibly pretty," she exclaims, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the thought of someone having feelings for me, just like she had known me forever.