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The Quidditch match had been intense, but Gryffindor had won. The stadium was still buzzing with excitement as students flooded the pitch, cheering and hugging their victorious team. But as you scanned the crowd, your eyes landed on Oliver Wood—standing in the center of the field, looking right at you.

“Come here!” he called over the noise, grinning but looking slightly nervous.

Curious, you pushed through the crowd toward him. That’s when you saw it.

A massive banner, floating in the air with the help of a few enchanted brooms, painted in bold red and gold letters:

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Gasps and excited whispers spread through the crowd as everyone turned to look at you. Your heart pounded as Oliver rubbed the back of his neck, his face slightly flushed. “I figured… if I can win the Cup, maybe I can win you over, too,” he said with a sheepish smile.

The students around you started chanting, “Say yes! Say yes!”

Oliver took a step closer, his brown eyes filled with hope. “So… what do you say?”

The entire school was watching, waiting. But to you, there was only one person who mattered.

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