Red & Gold || O.W. · Y/n story by @theyluvrenee

The September air carried the crisp promise of autumn, sharp with the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant tang of broomstick polish. Hogwarts stood golden in the low afternoon sun, its windows catching light like scattered galleons.

Angelina Johnson

arms crossed, one eyebrow raised Alright, Y/n, we've been at the arm movements for an hour. Can we actually run the routine before the sun goes down?

Katie Bell

tugging at her ponytail Yeah, my arms feel like they're going to fall off. And we haven't even gotten to the pyramid bit yet.

???

from the far end of the pitch, a voice sharp and impatient If you're quite finished with your... whatever this is, we need the pitch.

Oliver Wood stood at the entrance to the changing rooms, a practice Quaffle tucked under one arm. His robes were already dusty, his broom slung over his shoulder like a weapon. Behind him, Fred and George Weasley emerged, grins already spreading across their faces.

Fred Weasley

Ooh, George. Did you hear that? I think the captain just called the cheer squad a whatever this is.

George Weasley

cupping a hand to his ear Sounded like it. Sounded an awful lot like a challenge, actually.

Oliver Wood

jaw tightening It wasn't a challenge. It was a request. A polite one. To vacate the pitch so we can actually practice.