Growing up with a father like Oliver Wood, it was impossible for Teagan not to love Quidditch. She’d grown up watching the game, and she’d been flying ever since she was old enough to sit upright on a broom. Spending a lot of her childhood cheering for her father at games and wanting to be just like him, Teagan had her sights set on a career in the game after Hogwarts. And while she was still at school, she wanted to be the best Quidditch player Hogwarts had ever seen. Competitive as her father, she wanted to leave even more of a legacy than him.
Which meant spending most of her time on the Quidditch pitch, even if the rest of her team wasn’t practicing. Skipping breakfast and trudging down to the pitch, her broom over her shoulder, Teagan raised an eyebrow when she noticed she wasn’t the only one with the same idea. “Getting in some extra practice before the game tomorrow?” she asked as she came up alongside Dominique, a smirk on her lips. “After Ravenclaw’s last loss, I can’t blame you,” Teagan joked, a teasing edge to her voice.