You and Oliver were sat in common room, his arm stretched across the couch behind you as you were cuddled into his side. The boy was using his pointer finger to trace random shapes onto your shoulder.
The room was quiet for a change, usually you would hear laughing, chatter and more. everyone was in the great hall eating their dinner.
Oliver placed a kiss on your temple as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, one of your legs sliding onto his lap, his spare hand falling on top of your thigh.
You looked up at the Scottish boy with a smile poking at your lips.
“Whatcha staring at, leannan.” His voice caught you off guard. You felt your face heat up as he looked down at you with a grin plastered on his face.
“Nothing, just like looking at you.”
Oliver just smiled lazily while pulling you closer to his chest.