A/N: Hey, y'all! A tiny drabble to hold you over? I know I've been absent as of late, so sorry. :(
I'd love to expand on this one day. Maybe turn it into a 3k… we'll see.
Word Count: 479
Enjoy!
"You're kidding me, right?" Oliver squirmed under Audrey's gaze, but her piercing blue eyes pinned him in place. "Oliver Wood, you're one of the most shameless people I know—are you really telling me that you can't ask Percy Weasley out?"
Frowning, Oliver pulled at the hem of his red sweatshirt. "It's not as easy as you're making it out to be," he mumbled. "I've known Percy since we were eleven, but I still can't read the man. He is the epitome of locked up emotion."
Audrey arched a brow. "So unlock it, Romeo. Take the plunge. Sweep him off his feet."
Privately, Oliver thought that Percy Weasley was the last person on earth who'd swoon. "And how, exactly, do you propose I do that?"
Audrey leaned back in her chair, smirking. They were in a little Muggle cafe, Oliver having called his friend there to discuss his crippling attraction to one red-haired Ministry official. Crippling because of the simple fact that whenever Oliver caught a glimpse of a tall, red-haired man, his head turned. It made Quidditch matches incredibly difficult, and Oliver's captain wasn't pleased with him.
Who better to snap him out of it than the all-knowledgeable Audrey?
And, indeed, she thought he was being ridiculous about the whole thing.
"Listen," she said to him, "Percy likes to feel appreciated. Just… call him up, invite him out for drinks, compliment his job a bit, and you have a successful first date!"
Oliver looked at her doubtfully. "I'm pretty sure he'd see through that." If there was one thing that Percy hated, it was an insincere compliment.
"Oliver." Audrey fixed him with a glare. "Stop finding excuses. Ever since I met you two years ago when you joined the team, you've talked nonstop about this man. Percy's the sharpest knife in the drawer, that's for bloody certain. Percy Weasley is wicked with his wand. I've never known anyone as dedicated as him. He's the one who inspired me to work this hard to get into the big leagues."
A flush covered his face as his teammate quoted his words back at him, but he had to admit that she had a point. He didn't want to be pining for the rest of his miserable existence.
But he'd been quiet for too long, apparently, because Audrey placed her palms flat on the table. "Look, Wood. If you don't tell this bloke how you really feel, I'll ring him up and do it for you."
Oliver looked at her in alarm. "You wouldn't."
Audrey scoffed. "Hell yes I would." She got up from the table, grabbed her coffee, and saluted him. "Go get your man."
He watched her walk out of the cafe, wondering whether he could channel her confidence for a single phone call.
Probably not, but Audrey was right about one thing: Nothing could stop Oliver Wood from trying.