Who: Ollie & @viktorxxkrum
Where: Puddlemere training ground
Quidditch was Oliver’s passion. It had been since he was a little ten year old, helping his parents out at the sporting goods store, storing up helpful knowledge in his little mind that would only assist him further down the line. He’d read almost every book on Quidditch that he could get his hands on, and he had long ago lost count of the amount of hours that he’d spent training both off and on a pitch. Oliver’s confidence in himself and his own skill, along with the knowledge that he had shown his strength as a captain rarely wavered. Oliver knew himself, and a few bad games wouldn’t shake that.
But being on a pitch with an international Quidditch star who clearly thought he was better than Ollie might. At first it hadn’t shaken him too much, but Oliver had watched as Krum kept disappearing into rooms with the coaches alone and seemed to leave with a thunderous expression. He had noticed that Krum barely wanted to speak a word to him during practice, and that they had stopped heeding Ollie’s instructions. At first Oliver was happy to ignore it - but now he’d noticed that some of the team were taking Krum’s lead, and that wasn’t okay.
Hanging back in the changing room post training, Oliver waited for the place to clear out until it was just himself and Krum. “Krum, mate,” Oliver stepped in front of the door, preventing any escape. “I feel like me and you need to have a discussion. Are you free to discuss now, or are you too busy for me again?”
