It would never be a good match; Slytherin and Gryffindor, both captains of opposing Quidditch teams.

Oliver Wood tried to be the bigger person, but you knew just how to get under his skin. And he adored it.

One grey morning, damp and foggy, the Gryffindor team marched towards the Quidditch pitch to get some training in... only to find you and your team, taking up the entire pitch.

Your lips pricked up in a half-smile as you passed, dropping from your broomstick to address him.