2nd Year, 1992

After quickly changing into your Quidditch uniform from your Hogwarts uniform for Quidditch since your father was a former famous quidditch beater for his country, so it’s only make sense if you did quidditch and not just that but you’ve been doing quidditch since you were six years old, suddenly you heard Oliver Wood’s authoritative tone.

“I spent the summer devising a whole new Quidditch program. We’re going to train earlier, harder and longer.” Oliver said in his Scottish accent as he led the group quickly to head to the quidditch pitch before he sneered. “What? I don’t believe it.” Oliver muttered in a disbelief tone, he went around an open way between two pillars to the courtyard.

“Where do you think you’re going, Flint?” Oliver asked as he walked over to Marcus - the Slytherin quidditch captain. “Quidditch practiced?” Marcus replied almost sassily with a scowl, with his crooked teeth that would make you shiver in discomfort.

“I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today.” Oliver stated, almost possessive to the quidditch pitch as if he was married to the quidditch pitch. “Easy, Wood.” Marcus reassured, knowing his unhealthy obsession with Quidditch, standing in front of your group of Gryffindors, directly at Oliver. “I’ve got a note.” Marcus passed a scroll of parchment to Oliver, their hands touched each other briefly, Oliver snatched it away from Marcus.

“Uh-oh, I smell trouble.” Ron whimpered slightly as he muttered to Hermione, walking over to the crowd of Slytherin quidditch players and Gryffindor quidditch players.

“I; Professor Snape do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today owing to the need of training their new seeker.” Oliver paused, looking up after reading the scroll of parchment aloud. “You’ve got a new seeker? Who?” Oliver questioned, almost expecting them to just lie and come up with an excuse. The Slytherin group move aside as Draco Malfòy - the snobbiest, richest prat stepped forward.

“Malfoy?” Harry called, very surprised that his rival would be strong enough to play quidditch, considering he probably never did chores in his life, therefore he was fragile - skeptical that Draco would be athletic to do Quidditch.