Who: Oliver Wood & Percy Weasley What: Gryffindor/Slytherin matches are ugly, and not just because of Flint's face. When: BACKSTORY, November, 1992 Where: Sixth year Gryffindor boy's dormitory Rating: Language, Oliver!
Carefully tucking his clean socks into the trunk at the foot of his bed, Percy looked down his nose at Oliver when he entered the common room, stinking to high heaven, as usual, after the recent match. It never seemed to matter to Percy's nose if Oliver had bathed or rolled himself in rose petals - or around with an adoring Quidditch fan - he always smelled.
"Was it entirely necessary to call Warrington a slug-sucking skrewt for brains?"