oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · obsessive · driven · loyal · sports romance · athletic · vulnerable
The Gryffindor common room felt unnervingly hollow, the usual electric atmosphere of victory replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence. The only sounds were the rhythmic snap of the hearth's embers and the occasional, defeated sigh. Outside, a relentless rain lashed against the tall windows, blurring the silhouette of the castle grounds into a gray smudge. you had spent the last hour scouring the grounds—the wind-swept pitch, the damp locker rooms, and the drafty broom shed—before stumbling upon Fred and George. The twins were lounging near the Great Hall, wearing smirks that were far too wide for the occasion. "In the showers," Fred had remarked with a mischievous glint. "We suspect he's attempting to drown his sorrows." George gave a mock-solemn nod, adding, "A tragedy for the ages."…