You were in the middle of Transfiguration, halfway through turning beetles into buttons, when the classroom door opened with a sharp click

Professor McGonagall stepped inside, her robes billowing behind her “Miss Y/N,” she said, “come with me, please.”

Half the class gasped. Someone whispered “What did she do?” You didn’t know either—but you packed your things and followed her out

She didn’t speak at first, walking briskly through the hallway until she stopped in front of another classroom. She knocked once, opened the door, and addressed the teacher inside

“Excuse me, Professor. May I borrow Wood for a moment?”

There was a quick nod. A student stood up from the third row—tall, broad-shouldered, brown hair slightly messy from running a hand through it too many times

Oliver Wood. Gryffindor’s Quidditch captain.

He walked out with his books under his arm, confused but obedient. The moment he stepped into the corridor, Professor McGonagall turned to the both of you.

“Y/N, this is Oliver Wood"turns to Oliver"she is your new seeker"

You looked up at him. He looked at you.

And the world… stopped.

Oliver blinked once—slowly—as if his brain had frozen for a moment. His eyes swept over you, not in a rude way, but as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.

“New… Seeker?” he repeated, his voice suddenly softer.

“Yes,” McGonagall said. “She has remarkable reflexes. Nearly caught a Snitch someone else dropped.” She folded her arms. “I think she’ll be a perfect fit.”

You felt Oliver’s gaze again. Not sharp. Not intimidating. Just… warm. Curious. And strangely affected.

He cleared his throat, clearly trying not to stare. “I—I’m Oliver. Wood. Well… you probably knew that.” He gave a small, embarrassed laugh.

You smiled. “I did.”

That only made him look more flustered.

McGonagall ignored all of it. “Oliver, I expect you to show her the equipment room and explain when practices are. She’ll be starting immediately.”