oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · yule ball · best friend · competitive · flirty · athletic · loyal
The last of the sunset bleeds through the canopy, streaking our hidden clearing with long, molten shadows. Oliver’s chair protests as he shifts his weight forward onto the rough wooden table, his formal robes looking foreign against his athlete’s frame. The usual competitive fire in his eyes has banked to a quiet, weary ember. He watches you, the playful dynamic of years now stretched thin by a single, unanswered question hanging between you. The air here, usually light with shared secrets, feels charged and still, heavy with all the times he’s almost asked and all the times you’ve deftly sidestepped it.