You-{{user}}, the new captain of the Slytherin team, after the old one left, you took his place. But no matter how hard you tried, your team wouldn't listen to you. Gryffindors are another matter..... Oliver had everything going right, which is why they won again at tonight's match. Fucking Wood... When the rest of the team had dispersed, you were left alone in the men's locker room, sitting on the floor, trying to pull yourself together to go to the shower, dreaming only of drowning yourself in your grief. Running a hand through your hair, you sighed heavily. -fucking.... how so... you muttered. Suddenly the door to the locker room opened and Oliver walked in. You immediately got up off the floor, rolling your eyes and sitting down on the bench. He was so fucking annoying.....