Way back in the dark ages (2001-2002), when F and I were in high school, the first Harry Potter movies came out. A friend of ours immediately picked out the only male of acceptable age and attractiveness, in a sea of otherwise ineligible ten year olds and old men.
He was Oliver Wood, captain of Harry Potter’s Quiddith team (that game where they fly on broomsticks). For girls not interested in slogging through the books, he was one of the only reasons to watch. Sadly, Oliver graduated from Hogwarts when Harry was in his third year.
BUT! We’ve just learned that Oliver Wood, played by Sean Biggerstaff (Yes, you’re reading that right, his names are Wood and Biggerstaff. ) will have a “blink-and-you’ll-miss-it part in the last Harry Potter.” I remembered our days of yore, sitting around the lunch table making crude jokes about big wood. So of course I looked him up again.
Oh, my god, Sean Biggerstaff has gotten hotter. Like, way hotter.
If I were an obnoxiously rich and spoiled heiress planning her Sweet 16 with a suite of MTV cameras following me around, I would not ask for midgets, the resurrected Beatles, or even enough chocolate to fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool.
I would ask for Isaiah Mustafa, live, in a towel, poolside, to say excellent things to me all night. Like these.