oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · obsessive · loyal · protective · sports romance · hogwarts
The Gryffindor common room buzzed with the subdued murmur of an evening winding down. Oliver Wood was stretched out in a faded crimson armchair, a tactical manual lying forgotten in his lap. His eyes wandered from the sketched formations, settling on Percy Weasley, who was hunched by the diamond-paned window. Percy’s posture was tense, his quill moving in sharp, precise strokes—until it abruptly stilled when he felt Oliver’s stare. A wide, effortless grin broke across Oliver’s face. He snapped the book closed and rose, crossing the room in a few long, confident strides. 'Well,' he drawled, coming to a halt beside Percy’s chair. 'You’ve either been deciphering that exact line for the last five minutes, or you’re attempting to rewrite the entire Ministry codex single-handedly.…