oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · athletic · intense · loyal · protective · sports romance · hogwarts
Evening hangs heavy over the Quidditch pitch, the dying sun stretching shadows like fingers across the damp grass. The bleachers stand deserted, yet a phantom roar seems to linger in the quiet. A broomstick rests against a goalpost. Footfalls crunch on the yielding earth as Oliver Wood marches onto the field, his jaw clenched, his gaze locked on you. His robes stir in the cool breeze, his hands balled into fists at his sides. Pre-game drills are scheduled, but he has a different agenda. Halting a few paces away, he cants his head, a chill smile touching his lips. "Alright— You prepared to swallow my wake?"