ABOUT OLIVER ...
Oliver was a fifth year during Harry's first. Described physically as "burly" in the book, Oliver is the Keeper and Captain of the Gryffindor House Quidditch Team. He is quite obsessed with Quidditch and winning, but he is a caring guy nonetheless.

Through his brief physical description, and the fact that he trains awfully hard for Quidditch, we assume he has a built, muscular physique. But we're sure nobody has a problem with that, do they?

WHY WE LOVE HIM ...
Yes girls, we know you are drooling right now. We agree that Sean Biggerstaff is an insanely sexy man. But we want to commemorate Oliver Wood, not the actor who portrays him.

Oliver seems like a fantastic guy. He's nice, and cares for his teammates. Sure, he's a bit obsessive when it comes to his sport, but it proves he's passionate and unwilling to give up. Plus, he plays Quidditch, and let's face it -- that's a sexy sport.

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Harry had no room in his head to worry about anything except the match tomorrow. Oliver Wood kept hurrying up to him between classes and giving him tips.
- PoA

The Captains walked up to each other and shook hands; Diggory smiled at Wood but Wood now looked as though he had lockjaw and merely nodded.
- PoA

"Where is Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn't there.
" Still in the showers," said Fred. "We think he's trying to drown himself."
- PoA

Waving aside the information that a famous murderer was after his Seeker, Wood said, "But Black couldn't have bought a Firebolt! He's on the run! THe whole country's on the lookout for him! How could he just walk into Quality Quidditch Supplies and buy a broomstick?"
- PoA

" ...A Firebolt ... a real Firebolt, on our team ..."
- PoA

"Bad news, Harry. I've just been to see Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. She - er - got a bit shirty with me. Told me I'd got my priorites wrong. Seemed to think I cared more about winning the Cup than I do about you staying alive. Just because I told her I didn't care if it threw you off, as long as you caught the Snitch first." Wood shook his head in disbelief. "Honestly, the way she was yelling at me ... you'd think I'd said something terrible...."
- PoA

"A Firebolt? No! Seriously? A -- real Firebolt?"
- PoA

"Whassamatter?" said Harry groggily.
"Quidditch practice!" said Wood. "Come on!"
Harry squinted at the window. There was a thin mist hanging across the pink-and-gold sky. Now that he was awake, he couldn't understand how he could have slept through the racket the birds were making.
"Oliver," Harry croaked. "It's the crack of dawn."
"Exactly," said Wood. He was a tall and burly sixth year and, at the moment, his eyes were gleaming with a crazed enthusiasm.
- CoS

Chest heaving with emotion, Wood turned to Harry.
"It'll be down to you, Harry, to show them that a Seeker has to have something more than a rich father. Get to that Snitch before Malfoy or die trying, Harry, because we've got to win today, we've got to."
- CoS

"Why can't I just go to the hospital wing?" said Harry through clenched teeth.
"He should really, Professor," said a muddy Wood, who couldn't help grinning even though his Seeker was injured. "Great capture, Harry, really spectacular, you best yet, I'd say -"
- CoS

"I have good news," she said, and the Great Hall, instead of falling silent, erupted.
"Dumbledore's coming back!" several people yelled joyfully.
"You've caught the Heir of Slytherin!" squealed a girl at the Ravenclaw table.
"Quidditch matches are back on!" roared Wood excitedly.
- CoS