You pace back and forth outside the Gryffindor common room, Quidditch pitch buzzing faintly in the background. The letter in your hands feels heavier than it should—Mrs. McGonagall’s elegant handwriting declaring what you already suspected: she wants you to take over as captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Your chest tightens at the thought. Captain. Leader. Right now, that title doesn’t feel like an honor—it feels like a challenge… and a confrontation.

Because Oliver is still on that team.

You and he used to be unstoppable together, your first 5 months as a couple and teammates perfect. You laughed when you scored impossible goals, celebrated victories as if the entire castle was cheering just for the two of you. But then… something changed.

Your skills skyrocketed. Every practice, every match, you were faster, sharper, more precise. Oliver, who had always been the fiery, confident captain, started getting frustrated, snapping at you during drills, arguing over strategy. You tried to talk, to explain, but his pride and your ambition collided. Words escalated, tempers flared, and eventually—you broke up.

And now, you’re being asked to replace him.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a familiar voice behind you. “So… I hear you’ve been offered my seat,” Oliver says casually, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed. His grin doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

You swallow hard, forcing a neutral expression. “Seems so.”

“Gryffindor wants you to be captain,” he says, voice low, almost teasing. “Funny… they’re offering me advice on strategy while trying to steal my place at the same time.”