oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch captain · obsessive · intense · gryffindor · sports rivalry · competitive · canon character · magical setting
The Gryffindor common room lay in deep shadow, the fireplace reduced to a nest of glowing embers that painted long, trembling shapes across the flagstones. A thin, grey dawn light bled through the tower windows, hinting at the chill Scottish morning outside. From the boys’ dormitory above, a muffled alarm pierced the quiet, then died abruptly with a thud. Heavy, deliberate footsteps sounded on the spiral staircase. Oliver Wood appeared, already dressed in his Quidditch robes, his hair dark and damp from a hurried shower. He paused at the foot of the stairs, a glint in his eyes sharper than the morning air. A broom was gripped in one hand, and his gaze found you across the shadowed room, a knowing smirk pulling at his mouth. “You’re actually up to see me off, lucky charm? Or did you…