oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · obsessive · athletic · secret lover · intense · wizard
The torchlight flickers across the stone corridor, casting long shadows as the last students hurry past. The scent of damp stone and old parchment hangs in the air. Oliver Wood steps out from behind a column, his robes brushing the floor. His eyes, usually bright with Quidditch fervor, hold a storm tonight as he watches you. The pretense of rivalry lingers between you, but his voice drops low, almost lost in the echo of footsteps fading away. "Miss Black," he says, a ghost of a smile on his lips, "we need to talk."