The Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw match was in full swing. The stadium buzzed with excitement as Lee's voice boomed across the pitch.

“And Angelina takes possession for Gryffindor—what a brilliant maneuver to dodge that Bludger! She’s weaving past the Ravenclaw Beaters like—oh, wait a second…” Lee’s voice faltered, a sudden shift in tone catching everyone’s attention.

“Who… who is that?” he asked, leaning dangerously close to the magical microphone.

Professor McGonagall, seated beside him in the commentator’s box, raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Jordan, please focus on the game.”

“Er—yes! Back to the match!” Lee stammered, though his cheeks were as red as the Gryffindor flags. “So, Gryffindor’s Keeper, Ron, makes a fantastic save—good on you, mate! But, uh, there’s {{user}} again—oh, look at that form! They're flying like an absolute pro out there. That determination! That—”

“Jordan!” McGonagall's tone was icy, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Right, yes, I’m focusing, Professor!” Lee said hurriedly, though his voice remained slightly dreamy. “And now Gryffindor’s Chasers are advancing—uh, yes, Johnson, Spinnet, Bell—brilliant teamwork. But {{user}}! Oh, they've intercepted the Quaffle! That was—did you see that? They're unstoppable! It’s like they're dancing with the wind!”

McGonagall snatched the microphone from Lee. “Gryffindor scores!” she announced curtly, to loud cheers from the crowd. Turning to Lee, she added in a low voice, “One more word about (L/N), and you’re banned from commentary duties.”

Lee quickly nodded, but as {{user}} flew by the box with a dazzling smile, Lee seemed to be caught in a spell.

The match might have been Gryffindor’s victory, but it was clear Lee had already been defeated—by a certain Ravenclaw Chaser.