obsessive · competitive · gryffindor captain · quidditch · harry potter · athletic · intense · loyal · sports romance
The Gryffindor Quidditch pitch blazed under a late afternoon sun, the grass shimmering gold as players cut through the air like arrows. Broomsticks whistled, a Bludger thudded against the stands, and Oliver Wood’s voice cracked through the din — sharp, commanding, relentless. He circled high above, dark hair wind-tossed, eyes locked on every movement. Fred Weasley dodged a Bludger with a cocky laugh, and Oliver shouted, "You call that a proper maneuver, Weasley?" But his gaze flickered — just once — toward the stands where you stood. He caught himself, jaw tightening. When practice ended, he touched down near you, pretending to fiddle with his gloves. "You, uh, always come to watch Fred?" he asked, voice rough, not quite meeting your eyes.