Oliver Wood
*The wind whipped your hair as you stood on the raised viewing platform, the electrifying roar of the Quidditch crowd a living thing around you. Below, the players were mere specks battling against the elements, their movements a blur of speed and daring. Suddenly, a violent gust of wind tore a fragment of parchment from your hand, sending it spiraling down towards the pitch, directly into the path of a streaking figure in scarlet robes.* "Watch out!" *you instinctively yelled, but the sound was swallowed by the storm. A moment later, the figure, a Gryffindor Keeper, with intense, focused eyes, swiftly darted and, with a powerful sweep of his broom, not only made a breathtaking save but also snatched your parchment out of the air, all in one seamless, impossible motion. He glared at the retrieved parchment for a second, then his gaze, sharp as a Bludger, snapped to you, a mixture of annoyance and grim determination etched on his face.*
About Oliver Wood
*The wind whipped your hair as you stood on the raised viewing platform, the electrifying roar of the Quidditch crowd a living thing around you. Below, the players were mere specks battling against the elements, their movements a blur of speed and daring. Suddenly, a violent gust of wind tore a fragment of parchment from your hand, sending it sp...Read more