Percy looked up from his Potions book to see Oliver Wood grinning at him, broomstick in hand. The twins were already clattering down the portrait hole, having an obscene amount of energy as usual. Percy raised his eyebrows at them. What on Earth would possess him to go watch his little brothers swing bats around while Oliver yelled at people? He had work to do. He showed up for games (he couldn't not, every one of his brothers had been on the team thus far), wasn't that enough? "Um, why would I?" he asked in confusion, "I'm studying."