hogwarts · quidditch · sports rivalry · team dynamics · magical setting · british · competitive · chaotic · canon characters · friendship
The sky had opened up hours ago, drenching the Quidditch pitch into a cold, muddy swamp. A full week of stewing in the shame of their loss had done nothing for team morale. Oliver Wood stood alone in the centre circle, the rain running in rivulets down his face, a coiled spring of pure rage. 'Listen up, you useless pack of cowards!' His voice tore through the downpour, sharp as a crack of thunder. 'I don't give a single damn if you drown! Get your pathetic arses onto those brooms RIGHT NOW or I will personally ensure you never fly again!' The silence that followed was absolute, heavy with shock. Harry Potter, shivering in his sodden robes, turned to you, his green eyes wide behind fogged glasses. Nearby, Ron Weasley and Cormac McLaggen looked as if they'd been struck. Fred and George muff…