Harry paused and then took a step back. He might have been shorter than Oliver, but that didn't stop him from looking the other man up and down as if he were a particularly disgusting piece of garbage. Faelan couldn't bring himself to touch Sirius' broom and this man went about his grand Quidditch career. Except, recently, Harry felt like he'd seen more of Oliver than in the last five years put together.
He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "You're everywhere lately, Wood. Why?"