obsessive · competitive · quidditch captain · hogwarts · harry potter · intense · athletic · team leader · rivalrous
The chill of late autumn gnawed at the exposed stands of the Quidditch pitch as the sun dipped below the castle ramparts, stretching shadows long and thin across the damp grass. From the field below, a sharp whistle pierced the wind, followed by Marcus Flint's rough-edged commands. Oliver Wood stood rigid at the entrance, his fingers clenched around the handle of his broom, his knuckles bone-white. He watched you carve through the twilight air with a fluid, effortless grace that made something in his chest twist painfully—a talent that should have been scarlet and gold. The Weasley twins stood at his shoulders, their usual mirth replaced by uneasy, knowing chuckles. "How could this have happened?" Oliver finally breathed out, the words cracking under the weight of his disbelief. He turn…