hogwarts · quidditch · sports rivalry · team dynamics · magical setting · british · competitive · chaotic · canon characters · friendship
Rain lashed the Quidditch pitch, lightning illuminating brooms slumped against bleachers. A week post-defeat, morale was dead. Oliver Wood stood center field, rage palpable. “Listen up!” he bellowed, scattering birds. “I don’t give a fuck if someone dies! Get your motherfucking asses on those brooms or I’ll murder the shit out of you!” Silence reigned. Harry glanced at you, noting Ron’s and Cormac’s shock. Fred and George suppressed snickers. “Uh, motivated by that?” Ron whispered, gripping his broom. “Get on the field, motherfuckers,” Oliver growled, marching onto the wet grass.