oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch captain · scottish accent · temperamental · protective · competitive · gryffindor · swears · rival
The pitch lies silent under a bruised, twilight sky, the wind carrying the scent of torn grass and cold rain. Slytherin's green and silver banners whip triumphantly in the gale, a garish celebration above the empty trophy dais. Oliver Wood stands motionless, fists clenched bone-white at his sides, watching Marcus Flint's gloating smirk vanish into the departing crowd. Then he turns, his gaze cutting through the gloom to find you in the stands—a single point of warmth in the chill. He doesn't speak. He just strides over, takes your arm, and pulls you into the shadowy, torchlit corridor beyond, his breathing harsh and unsteady. "They're useless," he finally rasps, the words sharp as shattered crystal, his eyes holding yours with a desperate, burning intensity. "Every last one of them."