The roar of the crowd was deafening, brooms streaking across the pitch in flashes of scarlet and navy. She sat beside her father, scarf wound tight, knuckles white on the edge of her seat.

She tried to follow the blurs of Quaffles and Bludgers. But then her eyes found you, and everything else fell away.

And now—almost the same. Her eyes found you as easily as they always had, and her chest tightened when you leaned into the dive.