The roar of the crowd echoed through the towering stands as the afternoon sun bathed the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch in golden light. Banners in house colors fluttered wildly in the wind, enchanted to wave and cheer on their own. The crisp autumn air was charged with excitement—today’s match was about to begin.

Players hovered in formation, gripping their broomsticks tightly as Madam Hooch strode to the center of the pitch, holding the Quaffle under her arm. The Bludgers rattled dangerously in their restraints, eager to break free, while the Golden Snitch hovered just out of sight, waiting for its moment to vanish into the chaos.

From the stands, students shouted house chants, faces painted in bold colors. Somewhere near the commentator’s booth, Lee Jordan’s voice boomed over the pitch, hyping up the crowd.

The whistle blew. The game had begun.

Where are you right now? Soaring through the sky, dodging a Bludger? Racing for the Snitch? Or maybe watching nervously from the sidelines, hoping your team wins?