harry potter imagines

023.|| recovery [o.w.]

Summary: You face your trauma with the help of Oliver.

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[Girlfriend!Reader]

[Alumni]

[Chaser!Reader]

[and, you two are in Puddlemere United, and you two are known as Quidditch Couple.]

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Recovery

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"And... the one you've been waiting for... PUDDLEMERE UNITED! Oh, sorry 'bout that."

Lee Jordan, the mischievous and cheeky commentator almost shouted, and nearly deafening the audience as they cupped their ears. You know Jordan can't help it, he's too excited as much as you are. He's already jumping up and down, his dreadlocks bouncing.

You took a quick look at your lover, Oliver as he dashed in the air, swiftly turning from side to side. He blew a kiss at your direction, wishing you good luck and making the crowd emit some wolf-whistles and cat calls. The screams are thunderous! Because the time is really short this time, you just winked at him, and grinned at you in return.

"Alright, quidditch lovers, stop the lovey-dovey! The game is about to start!"

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"Now, mount your brooms, the game is staring in three-,"

Holding your broom tight against yourself, you started to mount your Firebolt and preparing for the flight. You are determined to win this game, so you can win against the Montrose Magpies and hopefully, the Ballycastle Bats. You are eager to win the Quidditch Cup this year, you pour all of your hard work and strength to this, you better not lose this game.

"-Two,"

You are so thrilled to fly, excited for the breeze to hit your face and shoot adrenaline to your system. You licked your lips, waiting for the signal to come. Merlin, you are sweating so hard!

"-One,"

This is it.

"GO!"

You kicked hard, enough to shoot in the air and fly flawlessly. You never get tired of Quidditch, it's your passion. The breeze hit you in the face as the audience cheered for their preferred teams. The Puddlemere's supporters chanted "PUDDLEMERE" while the other team's fans cheered "MAGPIES".

You felt wild, so you leaned forward to increase your speed and join your teammates that are bolting through the stadium like some smudges of navy blue and black and white circling everywhere.

Then you finally saw it, the Quaffle in the arms of your team's other Chaser, ready to pass it on you. Dodging a Bludger that got hit by the Magpies' Beater, you shot through the wind and caught the maroon ball that you've been longing to throw in one of the rings.