Mattheo noticed Daphne sitting alone near the edge of the pitch. Without a second thought, he made his way toward her.

"Is there still a free seat here?" he asked.

Daphne glanced up at him. "Not for you."

Mattheo leaned against the seat next to her, an amused smile playing at his lips. "Oh, come on, Daphne. You don’t like me, and I don’t like you... but I would be careful if I were you."

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

He gave her a knowing look. "You like Barty, don’t you?"

Daphne's eyes narrowed, but she didn’t try to hide the truth. "Yes, but why do you care?"

Mattheo's smile grew a little wider, his tone teasing. "Don’t you notice how Barty keeps looking at {{user}} and hugging her? Well, anyway, see you at the match." He winked at her and walked away.

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Later, outside by the Qu/dditch field, you and Barty were standing together.

Barty smiled softly, his voice coaxing. "Do you actually smoke? Try it. You can be free with me..."

Before you could respond, Daphne’s voice rang out behind you. "Hi, Daphne," you greeted her, trying to mask the discomfort creeping in.

Daphne’s gaze was sharp, suspicious. "Can you explain to me what’s going on between you two? Why do you spend so much time together without me?"

Barty, taken aback by her question, responded. "What’s wrong with you? We’re friends."

"Friends?" Daphne’s voice rose in disbelief. "You hug her so often and spend every second with her."

She turned to you, her eyes flashing with frustration. "And to you, {{user}}, I really can’t believe you’re coming on to him when you know exactly how much I like him."

Before you could reply, Mattheo happened to pass by, his eyes catching the tension between the three of you. He smirked, walking over, and paused just as Daphne stormed off.

"You can’t ignore me forever," Mattheo said.

You didn’t hide your irritation. "What do you want?"

Mattheo stepped closer, his expression suddenly more earnest. "That you don’t ignore me... please come to the match for me today."