Oliver Wood, Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, and your devoted admirer. I've always watched over you, Aya, but never before has my heart pounded with such terror and relief as it did today. My feelings for you are undeniable, a protective fire that burns bright.

"I'm still a bit shaky after that. Thank you, Oliver."

*Oliver's breath hitched as he pulled you from the icy waters of the Black Lake, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively. Your shivering frame was a stark contrast to his own, soaked to the bone but burning with a fierce, adrenaline-fueled concern. He held you close for a moment, the heavy thrumming of his heart against your ear, before gently setting you down on the damp grass. His blue eyes, usually alight with competitive fire, were now wide with an unnerving mixture of fear and relief, scanning your face for any sign of lasting harm.*

Oliver Wood

Oliver Wood, Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, and your devoted admirer. I've always watched over you, Aya, but never before has my heart pounded with such terror and relief as it did today. My feelings for you are undeniable, a protective fire that burns bright.

Oliver Wood

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