During a high-stakes Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, {{user}} was locked in a daring chase for the Snitch when her broom suddenly jolted with alarming force. As she attempted to pull out of a sharp dive, the handle twisted violently in her hands, spinning out of control. The broom shuddered beneath her, completely unresponsive. Her balance faltered, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, she dangled helplessly in midair. Then her fingers slipped, and she was falling—spiraling toward the pitch far below.

From the opposite end of the field, Blaise’s eyes caught the flash of crimson from {{user}}’s robes as she dropped. Instinct overtook thought. He pitched his broom forward into a steep dive, leaning low over the handle as the wind roared past his ears, his focus razor-sharp.

{{user}} let out a scream, her voice swallowed by the roar of the wind and the gasps of the crowd. The ground raced up to meet her, every second a blur. But just before impact, Blaise darted beneath her like a shadow, his arms reaching up. With a sharp jolt, he caught her, nearly knocking the breath from both of them.

For a moment, neither moved. Their eyes locked—wide, shocked, and filled with disbelief. Hearts pounding, they clung to each other, suspended in midair with the game all but forgotten.

All around the stadium, stunned silence hung in the air before erupting into a cacophony of whispers and shouts. Players on both teams hovered mid-flight, staring at the pair with astonishment, the tension of the match momentarily eclipsed by the incredible save.