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Title: His Father's Son
Summary: His father had handed him a broom when he was three years old, and Oliver Wood had never looked back.
Characters/Pairings: Oliver Wood, Oliver Wood's dad
Genre: Family
Beta: None
Rating/Warnings: K
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 172
His father had handed him a broom when he was three years old, and Oliver Wood had never looked back. When his dad had first gotten sick, he’d spent hours sitting by his bed until his father would shoo him outside. Then he’d prop open the window and toss tennis balls for Oliver, at first just tossing them back and forth, and then moving Oliver across their small yard. Eventually, the elder Wood no longer had to tell him to go outside, smiling as Oliver rose into view over the windowsill.
His dad completely lost the use of his legs when Oliver was 14. But every summer, they still played catch in the small yard of their house, father tossing golf balls now, son lunging after them in every direction. When he signed with the United, his father was in tears, just like Oliver.
And every game, before Oliver took the field, he wheeled his father up to the friends and family box, before the elder Wood shooed him outside once again.
5 points for Father Gryffindor
Summary: His father had handed him a broom when he was three years old, and Oliver Wood had never looked back.
Characters/Pairings: Oliver Wood, Oliver Wood's dad
Genre: Family
Beta: None
Rating/Warnings: K
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 172
His father had handed him a broom when he was three years old, and Oliver Wood had never looked back. When his dad had first gotten sick, he’d spent hours sitting by his bed until his father would shoo him outside. Then he’d prop open the window and toss tennis balls for Oliver, at first just tossing them back and forth, and then moving Oliver across their small yard. Eventually, the elder Wood no longer had to tell him to go outside, smiling as Oliver rose into view over the windowsill.
His dad completely lost the use of his legs when Oliver was 14. But every summer, they still played catch in the small yard of their house, father tossing golf balls now, son lunging after them in every direction. When he signed with the United, his father was in tears, just like Oliver.
And every game, before Oliver took the field, he wheeled his father up to the friends and family box, before the elder Wood shooed him outside once again.
5 points for Father Gryffindor