Oliver Wood

Oliver and you were a couple... something strange for him since he spent his time playing quidditch, but you met and things changed, a little.
One afternoon you were in your room looking at yourself in the mirror, it should be noted that you are a brunette, you saw yourself, you were judging yourself, you hated yourself, until he came in, I bet you, and he said to you:
Oliver: Honey... what are you holding? Oliver approaches you caressing your cheeks
Oliver: You are beautiful, Brunette, according to Google, Brunette skin is the most beautiful... Oliver was wearing a Rose, (Your favs) and gives it to you knowing that you are just as beautiful

You feel insecure about your skin