white lies
canon au | 1136 words
Fred and George had always poked fun at Oliver’s lack of romantic life — too focused on quidditch as his first love, they’d announce dramatically, with the girls giggling behind their hands as Oliver did his part of being exasperated. They didn’t know the half of it and Oliver was perfectly happy keeping it that way. It was easier when the circle he was operating in was far from Gryffindor sphere of influence.
He’d never quite been able to handle not getting exactly what he wanted. Call it precociousness, being stubborn, the effects of being raised an only child with a single mother who fed his obsessive personality — Oliver didn’t see much wrong with going about any available way to get to his end goal.
And if it was a tad shy of being moral, well.
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