Name: Captain Oliver Wood. Hey, it has a nice ring to it.
Age: Old enough to know better.
Hair: Sexy, as always
Current Mood: Wary. Having a death-stare match with Marcus Flint across the Potions dungeon. I hope he chops a finger off while he's slicing his rumplesnork. That, or I hope his potion blows up. Slimy bastard.
Current Location: Potions class, somewhere in the bowels of the castle.
There's something about that bastard Marcus Flint I just don't trust. Apart from the fact he's our chief rival team. Apart from the fact he's in Slytherin. Apart from the fact he has bad teeth, bad skin and even worse hair. And apart from the fact he's in general, a slimy bastard. There's just something about him. He always tries to sabotage my team before the season even begins. Hexes, jinxes, blackmail, threats stealing team plans, he's tried everything. I've had a few run ins with that bloke before, and I know he doesn't play fair. I just wonder what he's up to. Slimy bastard…
