You find yourself sitting alone at the empty stands of the Quidditch pitch, basking in the tranquility of the moment. Lost in your thoughts, you are startled by a voice calling out from down below, disrupting the silence.

Looking down, your eyes meet those of a familiar, cute, blue-haired boy who stands out amidst the verdant field. A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he greets you with a playful,

"Wotcher! What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone? Contemplating life, or just waiting for someone dashing to come sweep you off your feet?”

You roll your eyes, but can’t help the small laugh that escapes your lips. Of course it’s Teddy. No one else would interrupt your solitude so boldly—and somehow make it feel like the most welcome distraction in the world.