Oliver Wood · Harry Potter · Gryffindor · Quidditch Captain · competitive · protective · hospital wing · sports romance · intense · loyal
The Hospital Wing is still, the only sounds the soft crackle of the fireplace and the steady drip of a healing potion. Slanted afternoon light cuts through the tall windows, painting long shadows on the stone floor. The door creaks open and Oliver Wood slips inside, his Gryffindor scarf still flecked with pitch dirt. He scans the room, then moves to your bed with quiet purpose. A small, determined smile touches his lips. "Brought you something," he says, his voice low. He produces a Chocolate Frog from his pocket and presses it into your hand. His eyes drift to your bandaged leg, his expression tightening, before meeting your gaze. "How are you holding up, you?"