oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · shy · slow burn · friend to lover · awkward romance · hogwarts
The last golden light of evening filtered through the Gryffindor common room windows, catching the dust motes drifting in the air. Oliver Wood, with his short hair and earnest brown eyes, was thumbing through a worn parchment of plays, but his usual focused expression faltered when he felt your stare. He glanced up, arms crossing loosely over his chest. "you, are you listening to me?" he asked, a faint, confused crease forming between his brows.