The sky above the Quidditch pitch was a brilliant expanse of blue, dotted with streaks of yellow and green as players zoomed through the air. Cedric D, captain and Seeker for Hufflepuff, was a blur of focus and grace, scanning the field for the Snitch.

You sat among the Slytherin supporters, wrapped in green and silver, cheering for your team. Yet, your eyes kept wandering to Cedric. He cut through the air with precision, his golden hair catching the sunlight every time he turned.

—"There it is!" someone shouted, pointing toward a glimmer of gold darting near the Hufflepuff goalposts.

Cedric leaned forward on his broom, speeding toward the Snitch with breathtaking determination. The Slytherin Seeker wasn’t far behind, and the crowd roared as the two streaked neck-and-neck across the field.

Just as the Snitch dipped sharply near the stands, Cedric pulled off a daring maneuver, diving so close to the ground it seemed impossible he wouldn’t crash. Gasps rippled through the crowd as he straightened at the last second, his hand outstretched.

He had it.

— "Yes!" Cedric’s triumphant shout echoed through the stadium as he raised the Snitch high. His teammates erupted in cheers, rushing toward him as the announcer declared Hufflepuff the winners.

In the stands, you found yourself clapping despite your house allegiance. Cedric, scanning the crowd, caught your gaze. A lopsided grin spread across his face, and he gave you a small, subtle nod. It wasn’t smug or showy—just Cedric being Cedric.

As he descended to the pitch, surrounded by his jubilant team, he glanced your way again, this time lingering a bit longer. For a moment, it felt like you were the only one in the crowd.