who ? blaise zabini and oliver wood when ? saturday morning where ? diagon alley what ? oliver is a fucking klutz status ? active
Now that the season was over and the training for World Cup slowly under the way, Oliver's Saturdays hadn't really changed at all. Obviously he spent far more time with and at Charlie's but with apparation that still meant that Oliver would go for his morning runs as usual. He had tried to run at the reserve once and been startled by a dragon to the point of falling in a ditch or risking sure death, so Oliver now opted for just apparating back home instead. After his runs, Oliver tried to run errands. He hated running errands because it felt like being a grown-up and whilst Oliver knew he was one, that didn't mean he particularly enjoyed it.
Which was perhaps why his running of errands on Saturday mornings usually started with getting a hot chocolate at Diagon Alley. It was definitely outside his food plan but Oliver felt that if he had to go to the bank, where he would always end up for hours queueing, a hot chocolate was an acceptable price to pay. There was a tiny coffee shop hidden away in Diagon Alley that did a great hot chocolate, covering it almost fully with tiny marshmallows and Oliver enjoyed it greatly. It was also never particularly busy on Saturday mornings which meant that he could successfully avoid majority of his fans.
"I'm so sorry! Oh, Merlin, fuck, shit, sorry!" He was flailing, just a bit, trying to... well, probably not help, which was a realisation that met Oliver with his palms flat against the other man's chest, sticky, hot liquid everywhere.