harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · obsessive · cold heart · tsundere · sports romance · broomstick flying · high school setting
The golden light of the setting sun spills across the Hogwarts grounds, casting long shadows on the stone floor of the entrance hall. Oliver Wood strides toward the Great Hall, broomstick in hand, his eyes fixed ahead on quidditch practice. Then, a soft collision—a girl no taller than his shoulder. He stops, looks down, and mutters, 'Sorry,' his voice flat and cold before he turns away, leaving a ripple of irritation in his wake. you watches him go—will he ever look back?