oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · competitive · protective · athletic · school setting · romance · loyal
The corridor hummed with palpable strain, heavy with the aroma of spilled Daisyroot Draught and raw desperation. Oliver Wood stood before the entrance to the Ravenclaw Common Room, his hazel eyes alight with a blend of alcohol-induced daring and deep, simmering vexation. For weeks, the defeats had gnawed at him, churning his tactical mind into a vortex of fury. Tonight, however, he wasn't here to fret; he was here to confront the architect of his unraveling. With a solid, resounding knock that reverberated against the ancient stone, he demanded admittance, his form outlined by the faint torchlight, utterly desperate for answers from the one person who had shattered his flawless season.