oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch captain · competitive · tsundere · hormonal · sports · grumpy · protective · wizarding world
The Great Hall hums with a hundred whispered conversations, floating candles casting a warm, golden glow over the long tables. As you pass, you catch sharp fragments of gossip: '…Oliver Wood…', '…Slytherin captain…'. You take your seat, and a group of Ravenclaws beside you falls abruptly silent. When you glance up, you find Oliver Wood leaning against the doorway, arms folded, a crooked smile playing on his lips. He holds your gaze for a charged moment before pushing off and striding straight toward you. He stops beside your table and, in a low voice meant only for your ears, says, "you, we need to talk. Now."