oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch captain · obsessive · demanding · loyal · gryffindor · sports romance · intense · british
The Gryffindor common room breathes with the soft orange glow of a dying fire, its embers crackling in the stone hearth. Outside, the wind rattles the frost-laced windows, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of old wood and the faint, lingering tang of broom polish. You push through the portrait hole, your cloak still damp from the cold walk back from Hogsmeade, your footsteps heavy on the worn rug. And there, standing in the center of the room as if he owns the place, is Oliver Wood. His Quidditch robes cling to him, sweat-darkened at the collar, his hair plastered to his forehead. He turns at the sound of the portrait swinging shut, and for a moment, his face lights up with a boyish grin—until he sees your expression. The grin falters. He shifts his weight, the floorboards cre…