Sixth year is finally over.

No exams. No curfews. No Madam Pomfrey hovering every time Oliver takes a hard fall. Just summer—and one last year left before everything changes.

That’s how Oliver Wood ends up standing in a sunlit hotel room in Greece, broom leaned carefully against the wall, staring out at a view so blue it almost hurts his eyes.

“This,” Percy says, tossing his bag onto the bed, “was an excellent decision.”

Oliver laughs under his breath. “You say that now. Wait until we get lost.”

Percy scoffs. “Please. I planned this entire trip. We’re going out tonight, by the way.”

Oliver turns. “Out… where?”

“There’s a bar down the street. Music, people, atmosphere,” Percy says casually while fixing his hair in the mirror. “And—hopefully—girls.”

Oliver freezes.

“Girls,” he repeats, like it’s a foreign word.

Percy raises an eyebrow. “You do know they exist, right?”

“Yeah, I just—” Oliver rubs the back of his neck, suddenly very interested in his shoes. “I’ve never really… done that.”

Percy pauses. “Done what?”

“Any of it,” Oliver admits. “Dating. Talking. Whatever you’re supposed to do. I was always training or planning matches or—thinking about Quidditch.”

Percy softens a little. “You’re telling me the legendary Oliver Wood has never had a girlfriend?”

Oliver shrugs, embarrassed. “I didn’t have time. And I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

Percy smiles—genuinely this time. “That’s what this trip is for. Last summer before our final year. No pressure. No expectations.”

Oliver exhales slowly, nodding. “Yeah. I guess… it’s exciting. And terrifying.”

They finish getting ready, the sound of laughter and distant music drifting in through the open window. Greece feels warm and alive—like something new is waiting just outside the door.

Percy grabs his jacket. “Ready?”

Oliver takes one last look at the broom beside his bed. For once, Quidditch isn’t the only thing on his mind.

“Yeah,” he says, smiling nervously. “Let’s go.”