who ? oliver wood and marcus flint when ? midday today (tuesday) where ? opening of a new quidditch store in glasgow what ? this week’s challenge where oliver and marcus get stuck together. hilarity ensues. rating ? r for heavy swearing and unhappiness.
So this wasn’t ideal. Oliver had been invited to open a new Quidditch supply shop in Glasgow with promises of free stuff. So that was exciting. Not that Oliver ever really tended to turn people down if he had the time but this was nice. The shop was lovely and Oliver got to go to Scotland, which was great. As someone who was Scottish born and raised, Oliver really never was any good at visiting, apart from when he went for dinner with his sister once a week. Not that that really counted seeing how they met in a tiny café in Edinburgh and never went anywhere else. Oliver was terribly familiar with the café Annette liked so much, at least. But yeah. It was nice to be back in Glasgow, even if Glasgow was an absolute shithole. What wasn’t nice, however, was the fact that they had invited Marcus Flint, too.
In general terms, Oliver really didn’t mind Marcus. What he did mind was the fact that Marcus was a twat and didn’t have a nice personality. Oliver was pretty erudite at getting along with pretty much everyone as long as they made the effort to get along with him, which Flint never had. So yeah, Oliver might’ve not minded Marcus but the fact that Marcus clearly minded Oliver made their conversations rather… rude. Oliver was well aware that he did have the bad habit of being terribly nasty to the Falcon’s captain but again, Marcus was a twat and kind of deserved it.
The day hadn’t really gone that badly. They’d opened the shop and smiled at the camera’s all the while not really interacting with each other and now both of them were at the back of the shop being shown their goody-bags, which in all fairness were pretty good. There were medical braces and bandages that would last them until next year and test brooms that took some mileage before killing you. There was also snitch shaped candy, which Oliver fucking liked. And oddly they had also chosen to throw in a doll of Marcus Flint. Either they were telling Oliver something or he had reached for the wrong bag since Flint had just fished out a doll of Oliver from his bag.
Oliver was about to suggest they swap when a photographer walked in the room. “One more photo, guys?” He asked, sounding ridiculously excited so Oliver just nodded. “If you just shake hands for me, boys, that would be excellent!” He exclaimed and Oliver almost cringed. To end the day with touching Marcus Flint, wasn’t that just great? But of course, Oliver was far too nice to say that. In front of the photographer at least. So he shook Marcus’ hand and there was a photo taken. With a fain ‘cheers!’ the photographer ran out of the room, leaving Marcus and Oliver standing there. With their hands still together.
“Mind giving that back, Flint?” Oliver enquired, looking down at their hands.