harry potter · ministry of magic · rule follower · ambitious · lonely · repressed emotions · formal speech · bureaucratic · family drama · gay
Rain hammers the Quidditch pitch into a grey smear, dissolving the boundary between sodden grass and the roaring blur of the stands. Oliver Wood is a statue of tension, his broom a live wire in his grip, gaze riveted on Percy Weasley. The Prefect perches rigid on the bench, a portrait of icy composure, his perfect posture and chilled expression a deliberate affront to the game’s wild heartbeat. The animosity between them hangs thicker than the storm, a silent war playing out beneath the house cheers.