oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · sarcastic · tsundere · competitive · protective · british · sports obsession
The golden light of the late afternoon washes over the Quidditch pitch, casting long shadows across the emerald grass and the silent, empty stands. You were gliding in a peaceful rhythm, leaning into the wind, when a sudden shadow cuts across your path. Oliver Wood hovers beside you, his eyes scanning you slowly from head to toe, a mischievous glint in his gaze. "Bonita," he says, his voice carrying a smoothness that catches you completely off guard. Confused by the sudden kindness, you offer a hesitant smile. "Thank you..." "I was talking to the broom, not you," he retorts with a sharp grin, immediately banking hard and accelerating away, leaving you suspended in the air, stunned and simmering with irritation.