~Sequentia~ (Harry Potter Characters x Reader)

Different Tactics [Oliver Wood]

Oliver Wood x Reader

[Theme: Student]

There was one word that if you were to say to someone, you were guaranteed to get one of two reactions. The first would be of pure excitement and a determined cheer. The other would be a grumble and wishing you would go away. That word in particular would just happen to be... 

Quidditch.

I was of the latter. Don't get me wrong. I gave it its fair attempt at displaying its genius qualities to me but it never sat right with me. Why would I want to be in a crowd of screaming people watching people on brooms zip about at unseeable speeds when I could be curled up indoors reading a good book? I kept this mentality of mine ever since my second year and nothing would make me change my mind. Not even Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

It was a relatively pleasant spring day outside but I came down to the common room to sit on the sofa and relax by the crackling fire. It was entirely empty beside myself and I enjoyed the solitude. All I could see through the windows was the sunshine scorching down on the pitch.

On my lap, I had a rather large tome detailing how to make Veritaserum, its properties, and its antidote. To my side was my essay. Three strips of parchment for Professor Snape were due tomorrow and I wanted to finish before the ramble from Quidditch returned.

I hummed as I continued to read the book. "Veritaserum can be resisted through the use of its antidote and through the use of Occlumency. It will also wear off after a short while. Its use is strictly regulated and will make the consumer tell the truth to the degree that they believe it to be correct. The recommended dosage is-"

Before I could finish the passage, the portrait opened and a cacophony of yells and cheers exploded in my eardrums.

"That's right, Gryffindors! One more match and the House Cup is in the bag!" Wood stormed in holding his broom up high and was followed by basically the entirety of Gryffindor. He stood a little bit away from me in the open space with the Weasley twins and Harry Potter situated proudly behind him. He continued to give a rambunctious speech about how well they were doing and the crowd ate it up. 

I tried my best to ignore it but my brain was rattling in my head in annoyance. I slammed the book shut, picked up my essay and pushed my way through the crowd as best I could but an extended arm stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going, L/N? I didn't see you in the stands today." Wood asked. His Scottish accent didn't make this any better.

"To my room. Where the noise you bring in won't violate my senses." I snapped and Fred and George let out gasps for a fight.

"Now now." he hushed the twins and redirected back to me. "You know what they say, L/N. We need every Gryffindor watching for good luck."

"Except you made one mistake in assuming that I care about Quidditch. Now, if you could so kindly move out of the way." I barged past and knocked him to the side a bit.

I prayed internally that would be the end of it but as I climbed the staircase, I heard Wood call out to me one last time.

"I'll make you come to the last match if my life depends on it, lass!" 

*****

I spent the remainder of the day working on my essay for Snape and felt confident in what I had written. NEWT-level Potions was difficult if you didn't have the right mind for it so I tried to understand it in its best light. Sometimes Snape's snarling would be the main turn off for people taking Potions but it was required for a lot of careers.