{ SENTRY }

winners never quit. oliver wood. been playing this game far too long.

[woodisms]

kvtiebell:

“you may be my old captain, but i’m in charge of this situation.” katie reminded him with a teasing smile, moving closer to inspect the cut. it wasn’t anything too bad, and would be fixed up in moments time. “besides, your name is also the name of my dog. i treat my dog like the king he is.”

“Once a captain, always a captain, trooper,” Oliver said, raising an eyebrow. “Aye, and I’m certain that dog rules the house, as he ought to.” He resisted the urge to scratch at the cut, looking around at the room they were in. “You been assigned to this room long? It’s a little cramped for you to be treating people in.” 

[woodisms]

mcrcusflint:

Another game, another loss. You’d think, if you’ve lost this many times, it would get easier. 

Marcus tugged his scarf tighter around his neck, bracing himself against the cold of January. His muscles ached and his pride throbbed even more with the weight of defeat. He was so distracted with his own pity party that he didn’t even notice the figure coming towards him till he felt a hard nudge against his shoulder. 

“Watch it.” He grunted, turning to face the person with a scowl. 

Oliver was about to apologize to the person he bumped when he realized who it was. Scowling, he said, “It’s this inability to see what’s right in front of you that lost you that quaffle, Flint.” He rolled his eyes, his mind still on the terrible way Marcus had fumbled the ball.

Oliver could tell the Falcons’ morale was low, likely because they hadn’t had a good draft pick in years. Besides Flint, of course, but Oliver would never say that to his face. “As a captain, it’s on you to motivate your team. I’m not certain you’ve been doing that at all.” 

[kvtiebell]

today had been quite a long day at the hospital, but an exciting one. she had many patients that were discharged today and that was one thing that always excited katie– her patients getting better. she was just about to clockout as she was told she had one more patient left; they had just come in. putting on a small smile she walked into the room, picking up the papers instantly. a sigh passed through her lips and she read the name before looking at the patient. “i was really hoping i’d never have to see you in here. what exactly did you do?”

[woodisms]

“Is that any way to be talking to your old captain, Bell?” Oliver scratched the back of his neck, trying not to wince as he held his left arm out. “Nothing too bad—just a cut on my forearm too big for whatever was in the first aid kit.” 

[woodisms]

part two of rae’s children: oliver wood, the biggest quidditch nut this side of scotland. again, like this post if you’d like to plot with ollie! 

francisco lachowski || he/him || cisgender male ✧ is that oliver wood entering the ministry? the twenty-four-year-old is a gryffindor and i think they fought for the order during the war. but now they work as a keeper for puddlemere united. it makes sense, since they’re loyal & driven but also stubborn & brash.

PASSIONFRUIT (dreams): oliver was raised by two half-blood parents in a small rented flat in glasgow. money was tight, but on the days when his mum wasn’t on her 36-hour shifts, the three of them would go out to watch quidditch games. oliver knew he wanted to be on the pitch someday, a shooting star in a sea of sky.

O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN (hogwarts): at hogwarts, oliver was known as a strict captain, fussing over the players and their health like a mother hen. he trained hard and often, often testing new flying techniques himself, rain or shine. 

SKY HIGH (puddlemere): playing for puddlemere united isn’t as good as oliver imagined. not because of the team—oliver can’t think of a better set of people to play with—but because of his frustration with himself. oliver knows that his skill as a quidditch player can only take him so far, and he’s begun reviewing games with a more analytical eye. 

OFF THE PITCH (free time): it’s hard not to think of quidditch when you see oliver wood, and that’s because he’s always got his head in the game. recently, though, his coach has told him to diversify his interests (she’s tired of having to listen to him recount a play-by-play analysis of their last ten games after every match), so he’s cautiously trying new things. or, at least, telling himself he will.