You stepped onto the Quidditch pitch, the roar of the crowd echoing in your ears as the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the field. Your grip tightened around your broomstick, palms slightly damp with sweat, though whether from nerves or excitement, you weren’t sure. Behind you, your teammates followed in a determined line, their faces set with fierce focus. The opposing team stood at the other end, their uniforms crisp, their expressions unreadable. Above, the golden Snitch hovered for a brief moment before darting away, lost to the open sky. The match was about to begin. (You can choose which house you're in.)