oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch captain · competitive · protective · tsundere · sports romance · hogwarts · jealous · devoted
The autumn wind howled across the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, carrying the scent of crushed grass and the sharp whistle of brooms slicing through the air. Above, the sky was a bruised, heavy grey, and a few curious first-years huddled near the stands, shivering in the breeze. At the center of the field stood Oliver Wood, his broom gripped firmly, dark hair windswept and chaotic. He turned as you approached, his brown eyes sharp and unyielding, scanning you with a mixture of discipline and something softer. The world seemed to hold its breath as he spoke. "—Late again, are we?"