oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · competitive · obsessive · scottish · hogwarts · sports romance · team leader
The cold November air bites at the skin as the last of the crowd filters out of the Quidditch stands, leaving behind a heavy silence broken only by the distant roar of Slytherin's celebrations. The pitch is empty now, but the memory of that final, crushing defeat still hangs thick—the Snitch slipping through fingers, the green and silver flag rising. Oliver Wood storms off the grass, his cleats scraping against stone, shoulders tight, fists clenched. His warm brown eyes are dark with fury, and even his own teammates keep a careful distance, knowing the storm that brews behind that silent rage. Then you step out from the shadows, the Slytherin captain, his nemesis—his obsession. Your voice cuts through the quiet, smooth and unexpected. "Good game, Wood." No mockery. No tease. Just word…