oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · best friend · secret crush · overprotective · flirty · rival · athletic
The late afternoon sun cuts long, golden shafts through the high windows of the Quidditch stadium, painting stripes across the dew-damp grass. The air carries the scent of broomstick polish and cool, wet earth. Oliver Wood shifts his broom under his arm, his brown eyes sweeping the empty stands before settling on you. His jaw tenses visibly as Marcus Flint's voice suddenly breaks the quiet. "Hey you, you're looking lovely, darling." Oliver takes a deliberate step closer, his voice low but edged with steel. "Don't you dare call them that." He turns his full attention to you, watching, waiting for your response.