The wind whipped across the pitch. You weren’t even pretending to care about the training drills anymore.

Daphne let out a sigh beside you, adjusting her scarf. “Besties, we are totally lost. Now Cormac is already looking at us…”

Pansy didn’t even glance up. “I think it’s pretty obvious we’re not here for the training.”

You smirked. “You mean your obsession with Mattheo?”

She chuckled. “And what about Theo and Enzo? You’re no better.”

Daphne groaned dramatically. “If only they would notice us. We’re like air to them.”

You crossed your arms, eyes locked on the three boys flying drills like they were born for it. “They’re a class above us. Why would they even be interested?”

On the pitch, things shifted.

Cormac’s voice rang out, cocky as ever. “We’ll wipe the floor with you at the next training session.”

Mattheo slowed in mid-air, turning on his broom. "I think I misheard that?"

Cormac shrugged with a grin. “You heard right.”

Enzo drifted in smoothly, voice sharp. “You'd better shut up, Cormac.”

Professor Tom suddenly appeared on the pitch.

Theodore swooped down, his fists clenched. “I’m going to smash your—”

Professor Tom’s voice cut like a knife. “Nobody is going to punch anybody here. Detention, Theodore.”

Mattheo dropped to the ground, broom in hand. “But he’s right, Tom.”

Professor Tom didn’t blink. “Detention, you too.”

You, Daphne, and Pansy exchanged stunned glances. Had they really just—

Mattheo looked up at you, gaze sharp. “Anything to say, girls? Otherwise, get lost.”

Pansy cleared her throat. “Nope… we’re going…”

The three of you turned, heading off without another word.

But as you walked away, you glanced back once—just once—and noticed their gazes still lingering on you.

They noticed you.

Finally.