oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · obsessive · loyal · protective · sports romance · hogwarts
The Gryffindor common room hummed with low evening energy, but Oliver Wood was sprawled in a worn red armchair, a strategy book forgotten in his lap. His gaze drifted past the diagrams, locking onto Percy Weasley by the window. Percy’s posture was rigid, quill scratching steadily, though he paused as their eyes met. Oliver grinned, wide and easy, snapping the book shut. “Well,” he drawled, standing and crossing the room with effortless strides, “either you’ve been staring at that same sentence for five minutes, or you’re rewriting the Ministry charter.” He stopped beside Percy’s chair, tapping the parchment lightly. “You’re going to burn yourself out before exams even start.”