Harry Potter characters x reader oneshots (COMPLETED) ✔️

Oliver Wood x reader: (Yorkshire accent)

The reader has a thick, Yorkshire accent, I know the entire dialect, so I wanted to put it to use, instead of just confusing my teacher from London.

I was a first year, and it was my first week. I walked around the halls, and saw a few people, they said hi, I said hi back, polite.

I walked up to a red-headed boy, looked like a second year, and a brown haired one.

"Sorry to bother thee', But does that know where tha can get a cuppa round 'ere?"
I asked, confused.

The red head crinkled his eyebrows, confused.

"What?"

The other spoke up in a thick Scottish accent.

"Are you by any chance from Yorkshire?"
He cocked an eyebrow.

"'Eye'."

"Ahh, Percy, it's a dialect."
The other nodded.

"I'm Oliver Wood."
He gave a friendly, half-smiled, and extended a hand. I excepted it.

"(Y/n) (l/n)." I grinned.

"Right..."
He began, I think trying to say it in my 'language.'

"You need to go to the kitchens, down there."
He pointed.

"Ta!"
I said, and ran off.

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"Can tha pass tha some tattas?"
I asked the boy next to me, he looked bewildered.

"Here!"
A familiar, Scottish boy passed me the potatoes.

"Ta!"
I smiled.

"She's from Yorkshire."
The people made an 'O' with their mouths.

"Hey, can you speak normally?"
A Slytherin asked from behind, on their table.

Oliver was going to say something, but I spun around.

"Sod off ye' tosser."
I said, and flipped him off with two fingers, that's how you say 'fuck off' in Yorkshire, instead of the middle finger.

"Bloody lad 'as a fuckin' death-wish! I'm tellin' the'!"
Percy and Oliver chuckled.

"Do you speak normally though, like this?"
A boy next to me asked, politely though, I glared at him and sighed.

"I can if I focus." I say, smiling.

"Do you play quidditch!?" Wood asked, a sparkle in his eye.

"Eye'... I mean, yes, I do!"

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Oliver was now in his sixth year, I was in my fifth, I spoke 'normally' now, the accent did come up, but only when I really wasn't thinking.

I was knee-deep in a book, when it flew out of my hand, and I was pinned to the wall.

"What the hell!?" I asked, finally focusing on the person: Oliver Wood.

"What's thee' doin'?"
I asked anxiously, biting my bottom lip.

"I always found the Yorkshire sexier..."
He said, before leaning forward, I melted into the kiss automatically, I mean who wouldn't?