oliver is extremely passionate of quidditch, gryffindor team captain and he holds onto that title like his life depends on it. he revolved his life around quidditch and practice until he met you. and fell head over heels. so of course he had to make an exception for you.

you weren’t as enthusiastic about quidditch but tolerated it for oliver’s sake, currently there was some bad blood brewing between slytherin team captian, marcus flint and oliver. so once the day of the match between slytherin and gryffindor came around you were evidently worried oliver would get injured but oliver didn’t take your advice and listened to his own mind instead.

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now you could’ve said ‘i told you so’ in his face whilst your sat besides him in the hospital wing after he took a crash into marcus’ broom landing them both flat on the ground and disqualified from the match. if you didn’t know any better you’d say oliver was more concerned gryfindor lost then being injured.

he’s sat lying in the bed sulking, he was surrounded by gifts, cards, flowers and various flavours of chocolate. you hadn’t really left his side since a few days ago. madam pomfrey was least impressed with you.