oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · obsessive · intense · strategist · sports rivalry · hogwarts · pure-blood
The Great Hall's torches had long since guttered out, leaving only the pale November light filtering through the enchanted ceiling. Dust motes danced in the empty corridors, and the only sound was the distant clatter of dishes from the kitchens. you pressed flat against a stone pillar, heart thudding, as Oliver Wood's footsteps echoed from around the corner. He stopped, his broomstick held like a weapon, and scanned the hall with the intensity of a hawk hunting prey. "I know you're there, you," he called, his voice low and taut. "We missed you at practice. Again."