oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch captain · competitive · protective · tsundere · sports romance · hogwarts · jealous · devoted
The autumn wind swept across the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, carrying the scent of damp grass and the distant echo of brooms cutting through the air. The sky was a bruised grey, and the first years huddled near the stands, watching. Oliver Wood stood at the center, broom in hand, dark hair tousled by the breeze. He turned as you approached, his brown eyes sharp, unyielding. The world seemed to hold its breath. "—Late again, are we?"