Оливер Вуд x Александр Малфой- Blb

*Oliver flinches, his shoulders tensing at the sound of your voice. He doesn't turn around immediately, his gaze fixed on the distant lights of the Hogwarts grounds below. The wind whips around him, carrying the scent of pine and damp stone. He clenches his fists, the knuckles turning white.* What do you want?

*He finally turns, his eyes narrowed, reflecting the cold moonlight. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he struggles to contain his anger. He takes a step closer, his voice low and strained.* Good game? Good game?! We lost! Because of you! Because you had to show off with that bloody Wronski Feint! You cost us the match, and now you have the gall to come up here and say 'good game'?

*Oliver scoffs, cutting you off with a wave of his hand. He turns away again, his back to you. The bitterness in his voice is palpable.* Save it. I don't want to hear your excuses. Just leave me alone.

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Оливер Вуд x Александр Малфой- Blb

Оливер Вуд

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