𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑜𝓎

⍟ any games on their phone? what kind? how often do they play?

okay i know phones don't work in the wizarding world but i'll go ahead and answer this like they do exist ! i think oliver avoids having games on his phone because he'd likely spend too much time playing them. like he would fully become obsessed with beating them.

♎ is their closet tidy or are the clothes just being thrown inside or lying on the floor?

i think oliver's mom taught him basic housekeeping spells that he definitely uses to his advantage. so his closet is tidy. but without magic, clothes would just be thrown on the ground.

☘ how many keys do they have? for what? do they have any key pendants?

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  oh my god, are you crying ? 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  : @qviddiitch​​  /  oliver wood  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  beaumont court, marjoribanks road  !

“oh my god, wood, are you struggling financially ?” angrily, marietta scrubs at her cheeks to rid herself of the obvious tear tracks before twisting to face him, properly, traitor eyes still glistening. even so, she’s all bite. she hates the idea of being seen as vulnerable even when she’s in that sort of position, most especially when the witness to her misery - exacerbated by whatever was in her red solo cup - is someone that she actually knows, even vaguely. oliver’s mistake is as simple as pointing out the obvious : since he goes that low, at least in her point of view, then she will go lower. “seriously, do we need to start donating, or something ? set up a gofundme to buy you a proper fucking shirt ? you’re thirty something, oliver, this is getting weird.” 

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  beaumont court, marjoribanks road  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @qviddiitch​ / @executiioners​  !

“hey, man-” and honestly, contessa’s pretty good at keeping her cool when it comes to these kind of situations, but there’s something about the sheer amount of drink she’s had and the ballsyness of it that just kind of rubs her wrong, from the get go. despite it all - bright tone, the friendly action of putting a gentle hand on their shoulder to draw attention in this loud setting, the smile that she directs their way, all teeth - there is an uncharacteristic edge to her words when she tells them, “that was my phone, connected up. do you… not like my playlist, or something ?” 

7. body hair; do they crop anything short? let it grow naturally? wax? apart from one disastrous waxing attempt - he keeps it all natural.

9. does your muse usually carry around a bag/purse/backpack? or do they prefer to keep only what they can fit in their pockets? i think the only time oliver carries a bag is when he's going to and from quidditch practice or a match. otherwise, he's very much a carry what he needs in his pockets kind of guy. and what he needs is his wallet, keys and a phone - though sometimes, he doesn't even have those !

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it? i think oliver falls quite nicely into both camps ! when it comes to quidditch he is known for his rather obsessive planning. he spent more than one summer break devising an intensive quidditch strategy ! outside of quidditch, he rarely puts any thought into his plans - preferring to simply wing it. 

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children? while oliver has almost zero experience when it comes to children - i don’t think he minds them. he definitely wants to have his own someday, but hopefully that won’t be happening anytime soon. 

𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍:      the   three   broomsticks,   hogsmeade. 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜:      open.      (      @startertms​​      )

peppermint   hot   chocolate   wafts   up   in   delectable   whirls,      comfort   par   none      ;      digits,      otherwise   stiff      &      smarting   with   the   way   cold   seizes   them,      are   a   𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍   𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕   around   mug   that’s   practically   bigger   than   their   head      !      (      ambrosial,   thick   flavour   BLANKETS   the   sour   tang   of   a   healing   potion   choked   back   only   moments   before,   colossal   blessing   within   itself      …      when   the   year   turns   gelid      &      𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍   𝗂𝖼𝖾   on   mossy   pathways   marks   the   turning   of   the   days,   their   reliance   on   elixirs      &      tinctures   alike   goes   up   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃.      )         something   cordial   about   the   hustle      &      bustle   of   the   three   broomsticks   is   a   balm,   though      ;      coat   shucked   off   but   scarf   still   bundled   tight,   boots   are   kicked   up   on   adjoining   seat.      (      politesse   be   damned,   there’s   a   𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔   in   their   ankles      &      astoria   doesn’t   have   a   remedying   spell   on   hand.   rest,   ice,   compression,   elevation,   isn’t   that   the   old   saying      ?      )      it’s   easy   enough,   to   ZONE   OUT      &      gaze   out   frosted   window   but   the   vaguest   clearing   of   a   nearby   throat   snaps   them   to   attention,   a   certain   heat   flooding   into   features   as   they   practically   topple   over   to   make   space.         ❛         merlin,   sorry         …         did   you   WANT   that   seat         ?         i’ve   not   got   anyone   coming,   𝗂𝗍’𝗌   𝖺𝗅𝗅   𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌   𝗂𝖿   𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽   𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾.         ❜

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  malfoy manor, wiltshire  !

“listen, i’m not really meant to give my opinion, but between you and me…” and the rest of the malfoy’s guests, though no one was really paying them much attention ; luca had dropped her voice a couple of octaves, but she needn’t have bothered. everyone was so caught up in their inane conversations ( or just plain giddy off of scoring an invitation to the event of the year ) that they weren’t exactly taking mind of a lowly serving girl taking time out of her busy schedule to impart some simple wisdom, “i’d go with the moon glow cocktail over the others. the rocket fuel is all spirits, and if you want to be able to remember your night at all, you don’t wanna be downing any of those.” 

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:         malfoy   manor,   wiltshire. 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂:         open.         (      @startertms​      )

musicality   in   his   tone   is   a   stark   revelation      of   the   joy   with   which   he   regards   the   evening,   evident   even   when   he   drops   his   tone   to   a   𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎   𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛,   calling   the   attention   of   a   distracted   guest.         “         ursa   major      &      ursa   minor.   mother      &      baby   bear,   𝖺𝗌   𝗂𝗍   𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾.      my   favourites.      funny,   i   never   had   a   penchant   for   stargazing,   really,   until      …         ”         it’s   the   kind   of   natural   trail   that   warrants   a   delicate   misting   of   champagne   -   stung   baby   blues,   but   lucius   isn’t   prone   to   that   kind   of   outburst      ;      instead,   there’s   a   touch   of   the   𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓      &      wistful   to   the   smile   he   offers.         “         of   all   of   the   enchantments,   i   took   the   most   care   with   those   ones.         ”