A/N: These are all unrelated drabbles I've written for various prompts, pairings, etc. This series will be marked complete, but more will be added as I write them!
Pairing: PercyOliver
Prompt: birthday
A rowdy crowd of people stormed into the pub Percy had holed himself in, all wearing the colors of a Quidditch team. Percy honestly wasn't sure which one, but obviously, these people had just come from a match, and it had gone very well for their team – or very badly. He could never figure it out.
Abruptly, the noise tripled in volume as the door to the pub swung open again, admitting what he deduced to be the team that had won (or lost). Percy merely slumped further down in his seat, wincing at a few particularly loud shrieks. Was there a harpy in that crowd?
"Happy birthday to me," Percy muttered, tipping the last of his drink into his mouth and setting the empty glass down on the bar regretfully. It was high time he got out of here.
He turned to slide off his stool and instead met the chest of one of the very, very fit Quidditch players, who was looking at him oddly. Percy, uncertain what was going on, froze in midmotion.
"Did you just say it was your birthday?"
"Uh, yes," Percy said, wondering why the man looked so familiar.
"And you're –," the man looked around a moment, "let me buy you a drink!"
"I was just going," Percy said, feeling increasingly embarrassed as the man flagged down the bartender.
"Nonsense, it's your birthday," the man said stubbornly. "Least I could do for an old schoolmate!"
Oh, Percy realized, he knew exactly who this was. Merlin, Oliver Wood had aged like a fine elven wine… and he wouldn't mind a sip.
"So, er," Percy began, nervously, as the bartender brought back over their drinks, "I take it the match went well?"
Wood's clearly stunned face told him that it had not gone well (for his team), and Percy was about to make an awkward apology and bolt when he laughed.
"Lost by two hundred points," Wood admitted, and then, with a wink, "but I don't think I mind so much now."