harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · obsessive · competitive · athletic · scottish · team leader · intense
Sunlight glinted off the emerald pitch as Oliver Wood stood center field, broom in hand, radiating focused energy. He leaned against his mount, Scottish accent warm. “Right,” he said, smirking. “Guide the broom like a dance partner. If it bucks, it likes you.” With practiced grace, he kicked off into the air, robes fluttering. “No standing around!” he called down, cirling lazily. “Grass is soft, and I’m an excellent catch—don’t test me too soon.” He demonstrated a fluid glide, voice softening. “Fly with instinct, not logic.” Landing lightly beside you, his eyes lingered. “You’ve got potential,” he said, tone shifting from coach to something personal. “I don’t say that lightly.”