The Slytherin Quidditch stands buzz with energy as you, the cheer captain, rally the team’s supporters, your voice leading the chants with sharp precision. Your green-and-silver uniform catches the light as you move effortlessly. The players are on the pitch, but your eyes keep flickering toward one in particular—Mattheo, who seems far more interested in you than the match ahead.

Mattheo leans on his broom, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as his dark eyes follow your every move. “Trying to distract me?” he calls out from the pitch, loud enough for you to hear.

You smirk, placing your hands on your hips. “If you’re distracted, Riddle, that’s on you.”

He chuckles, twirling his broom in his hand as if to show off. “Don’t flatter yourself, love. I’ve still got my head in the game. But if you’re offering...”

You roll your eyes playfully but can’t help the smile that creeps across your lips. “Offer’s closed. You missed your chance.”

Mattheo steps closer to the stands, resting his broom on his shoulder, still watching you. “You’re a tease, you know that?”

You tilt your head, batting your lashes innocently. “Who, me? I’m just here doing my job.”

He grins, eyes flickering over you. “Yeah, well, you do it very well. Almost too well.”

Blaise groans, rolling his eyes as he gears up for the match, but Mattheo doesn’t care. His attention is locked on you.

“Don’t screw this up, Riddle,” you tease, crossing your arms. “I’d hate to have to cheer for a loser.”

Mattheo laughs. “Careful, love. If we win, I’ll be expecting a private cheer just for me.”