Everything- Oliver Wood

𝟙𝟙. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 ℍ𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝

------

cw: physical and verbal abuse

------

Our Quidditch match against Slytherin creeps up on me very quickly. Before I know it, it's the third weekend of February. 

I stand in the locker room, giving the team a pep talk. 

"We've trained extremely hard. We're going to beat them," I nod, not knowing what I'll do if we lose. 

On the pitch, I stand in front of Marcus Flint. Madame Hootch tells us to shake hands. 

It's not really a handshake; more of a contest to see who can squeeze the other's hand harder. Marcus wins; by the time we kick off, I'm massaging my hand in pain.

I fly up to the keeper's post, keeping an eye on how the game is playing out. Roger Davies scores the first goal. 

I block 2 goals from going in, but the third shot by Marcus Flint scores. We're tied; 10:10. 

I see him mouth the word "Mudblood" at me before flying away. 

A bludger is sent my way and I narrowly dodge it. Madame Hootch calls a foul on this and Roger Davies scores a penalty goal. 20:10. 

Suddenly, Cho Chang starts to dive. She's seen the snitch. 

Then, a bludger flies right at her and she crumples off her broom. 

Madame Hootch calls a time out. I fly to the ground where Cho lays. She's not moving. 

"Oh my God is she okay?" I run up to where Madame Pomfrey crouches over Cho. 

"I'll have to take her out of the game." 

I rub my temples. "Can I substitute someone in for her?" 

"No, no substitutions allowed in Quidditch," Madame Hootch shakes her head. 

"Can one of my chasers try to catch the Snitch?" 

"Only the seeker can do that." 

"My seeker is bloody unconscious!" 

"I'm sorry; you'll have to win without your seeker." 

I yell in frustration and motion for the team to huddle up. "Alright. It's going to be tough to win this one. We've got to score 150 points more than them." 

I address the beaters. "Fawley, Clint: do everything you can to stop their seeker from catching the Snitch." Then, I look at the three chasers. "Davies, Irving, and Pockle: you've got to score as much as possible. Alright?" 

They all nod. 

"Okay. Let's do this." 

Madame Hootch blows her whistle and we all kick off the ground, resuming our positions. 

I try to block every shot that the Slytherins make, but a lot of them are going through. 

I shake my head, trying to get out of my negative mindset. How on Earth will we get 160 more points than the Slytherins before they catch the Snitch? 

But, I can't think like that. I know that's what's messing up my keeping. 

However, my agony doesn't last long. 

The Slytherin seeker catches the snitch. 

We finish the game 50:200

I feel like vomiting. 

Once we get back to the ground, I make a beeline for the showers. I'm not fast enough; Marcus Flint approaches me and starts talking. 

"I knew it! A team with a captain like you could never work."