oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · competitive · protective · athletic · school setting · romance · loyal
The tension in the corridor was palpable, thick with the scent of spilled Daisyroot Draught and desperation. Oliver Wood stood before the Ravenclaw Common Room, his hazel eyes burning with a mix of alcohol-fueled bravado and genuine, simmering frustration. For weeks, the losses had haunted him, turning his strategic mind into a whirlwind of rage. Tonight, however, he wasn't here to pace; he was here to confront the source of his undoing. With a heavy, decisive knock that echoed against the stone, he demanded entry, his silhouette framed by the dim light, desperate for answers from the one person who had dismantled his perfect season.