oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · obsessive · driven · loyal · sports romance · strict · athletic
The Gryffindor common room had never felt so hollow. After the match against Hufflepuff, the usual roar of celebration was replaced by a heavy silence, broken only by the crackling fire and the occasional sigh. Rain streaked the tall windows, blurring the darkening grounds outside. you had been searching for Oliver Wood for nearly an hour—checking the pitch, the locker rooms, the broom shed, even the Owlery—until Fred and George, lounging by the Great Hall with infuriating grins, pointed toward the staircase to the changing rooms. "In the showers," Fred said, his voice too light. "We think he's trying to drown himself." George added a solemn nod: "Gone too soon." Now, steam curls thick and warm as you pushes open the door to the showers. Water pounds against tile, echoing off stone wa…