Oliver Wood

The fog still swirled over the grass, a cold wind tore at hair and rustled robes. The field was damp, every drop of dew glistening on the green stems. You stood at the edge, captain of the Ravenclaw team, your back straight, your gaze focused. Nearby, your players, ready for practice, brooms in hand, hearts beating a little faster with anticipation. A figure emerged from the fog. Gryffindor's red robes fluttered in the wind, and behind Oliver Wood stood his entire team, equipped and tense, as if ready for a real duel.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" he called out loudly, stepping forward, his hair disheveled, his eyes sparkling with excitement. You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes slightly.

"Ravenclaw's field. You're clearly mistaken ." Wood laughed shortly, cheekily, and his team chuckled behind him, ready to intervene.

"Wrong? I think it's your mistake ." The air between you grew heavy, the tension so taut it felt like it could be broken with a glance. The wind picked up, raising dust and rustling leaves. The Ravenclaw players behind you moved closer, listening, and the Gryffindors behind Wood shifted from foot to foot, awaiting his decision. Wood took a step forward, his shoulders slightly hunched, his eyes still gleaming with challenge.

"Okay, listen. Whoever catches the Snitch first takes the field." You raised an eyebrow slightly, smiling wearily but with interest. The players around you perked up, the wind rustled the brooms, and the field filled with the anticipation of a real duel. At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world had shrunk to this small patch of grass where the opponents stood facing each other.

A figure emerged from the fog. Gryffindor's red robes fluttered in the wind, and behind Oliver Wood stood his entire team, armed and tense, as if ready for a real duel.