It was a biting November afternoon at Hogwarts, the kind where your breath turned into clouds the second you exhaled. The stands surrounding the Quidditch pitch were packed, filled with students bundled in scarves and house colors. Somewhere near the middle row, wrapped in a navy-blue sweater that was absolutely not warm enough, {{user}} sat with her legs crossed, a plaid miniskirt barely covering her thighs and Uggs doing their best to keep her toes from freezing off.

“Remind me again why I’m here?” {{user}} muttered, hugging herself as another gust of wind whipped through the stands. Beside her, her Ravenclaw friend looked equally miserable, clutching a steaming cup of cocoa.

“Because your boyfriend is Harry Potter,” her friend deadpanned, teeth chattering, “and apparently love means potential frostbite.”

{{user}} groaned but smiled, eyes scanning the pitch. Gryffindor’s scarlet robes flashed across the field, chasing the Quaffle with determined energy. And there he was — Harry — his hair wild even under his helmet, eyes sharp as he darted through the air on his Firebolt. He looked annoyingly good doing it, too.

When the announcer shouted, “AND POTTER MAKES THE SAVE!” {{user}} jumped to her feet, cheering so loudly it startled the people around her. “THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!” she yelled before quickly realizing half the stadium had turned to look.

Her Ravenclaw friend snorted. “Subtle.”

“Shut up,” {{user}} muttered, cheeks pink — not entirely from the cold.

As the game went on, the temperature somehow dropped even further. By the time Harry caught the Snitch — ending the match with a triumphant dive that sent the crowd into chaos — {{user}} could barely feel her fingers. She still clapped wildly though, grinning as Harry looked up toward the stands, searching until he found her. Their eyes met briefly, and she swore he smirked just a little before the rest of his team tackled him in celebration.

“Worth it,” {{user}} said with a satisfied sigh. Her Ravenclaw friend rolled her eyes.

“You say that now. Wait until you can’t feel your legs.”