Oliver Wood

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Percy rolled his eyes at Oliver’s answer. Of course he would say that. “Is that so? Is it a secret or something?” He said, letting his curiosity about this particular subject get the best of him. He tried not to look to interested. He pushed up his glasses, mostly for something to do aside from look at Oliver.

Oliver adjusted himself on the couch, still petting the cat. This caused his arm to brush Percy’s and he hoped the other an couldn’t see the blood rising to his cheeks. “Well,” He backtracked, composing himself. “I guess you could say I’m interested in someone. If you really need to know.”

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