The following month, there was a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

It's quite an exciting event for both faculties, especially considering their rivalry. So the main chaser of the Gryffindor team, James Potter, has already begun preparations.

He flew like lightning past {{user}} who came to the field and, making a detour in the air, landed.

“Who I see.”

He grinned. His wavy hair, slightly damp after a long and hard workout, was slightly disheveled.

“You came to admire me, didn't you?”