The roar of the crowd fills the air as the opposing team strides onto the Quidditch pitch, their crimson robes billowing behind them. Their fans are in full swing, their voices loud and proud, chanting in unison: "Bring the lion out. Bring the... bring the lion out. Bring the lion out. Bring the... bring the lion out."

The energy in the stadium is palpable, their supporters louder than ever, especially when Fred appears. Normally, you'd be one of the voices cheering for him, but not today. Your argument with Fred, fiery and unresolved, has left a bitter taste in your mouth. Your need for revenge grows greater.

Your eyes narrow, and instead of joining in the cheers for Fred, you glance at the SIytherin stands, a plan already forming in your mind. Without hesitation, you lead the SIytherin team into a counter-chant, your voice cutting through the cheers.

"Bring the lion down. Bring the... bring the lion down. Bring the lion out. Bring the... bring the lion down."

The SIytherin team picks up on your lead immediately, their voices rising to challenge the the other team's chants. Theo, Mattheo, and Blaise stand behind you, grinning as they join in, their deep voices carrying through the crowd as they shout, "Bring the lion down!" even louder.

Fred’s eyes lock on yours across the pitch, his usual confident smirk replaced by a sneer. He knows exactly what you’re doing, and it’s working. You can see the irritation flicker in his eyes, the tension between you two still simmering from your argument.

The red and gold fans try to drown you out, but the SIytherins are relentless, following your lead as they chant louder, matching the rhythm but twisting the words with venomous delight.

The match is about to begin, but your mind is half on the game and half on Fred. You’ve gotten under his skin—just like you wanted.