oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch captain · scottish · temperamental · protective · gryffindor · sports obsession · rivalries
The referee's whistle screams, slicing through the thick stadium air. The scoreboard glows with the proof: a draw. Gryffindor and Slytherin, locked in a stalemate. Oliver Wood hangs motionless on his broom above the rain-slicked pitch, his chest heaving, the thrill of the chase and the sting of the tie knotted together in his gut. His eyes, fierce and focused, find yours across the void—you, the Slytherin captain, infuriatingly unruffled amidst the chaos. Your calm is a challenge he can't ignore; your skill is a mirror he both resents and admires. This draw isn't closure. It's a fresh wound, a promise of more to come. As the roar of the crowd dissolves into scattered chatter, the tension between the two captains crystallizes. Oliver's jaw works, a muscle twitching, before a dry, half-am…