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"Percy?"
"Yes?" The red-haired boy said, as he was writing his potions essay.
"Could you please ask Charlie to sign my broom?" Oliver asked.
"This marks the fifth time you have asked me that today, Oliver. We have alot of homework due and that is what you are thinking about!"
"Please!" Oliver pleaded.
Percy was dumbfounded. Was Charlie that popular? Or was Oliver obsessed with his brother?
"Have you gone mad, Oliver?" Percy said, "I am struggling to understand why do you need this so badly."
"Charlie is the best quidditch player in the school, Percy." Oliver stated.
"Well, yes. That is obvious."
"Don't you understand? A famous team like Puddlemere United will probably ask him to join soon and then he would become a famous player!"
He isn't wrong; a few Quidditch teams—whose names Percy couldn't remember—had already seen how good Charlie was and had sent a few letters regarding training.
"But Charlie likes dragons."
"What?"
"Charlie likes dragons; he wouldn't play for Puddlemere at all. He wants to be a dragonologist—which means he wants to study dragons."
Oliver frowned, "Really? But playing quidditch is way cooler than dragons!"
Percy shook his head in disagreement. "Charlie likes dragons in the same way you like Quidditch."
"Oh."
Oliver seemed to understand what Percy was trying to say and didn't press on the topic any further.
It was only until a few years later that Oliver finally got the confidence to ask Charlie for his signature; however, Charlie wasn't a famous quidditch player like Oliver had imagined but rather was a dragonologist.