You patted your teammates on the back and felt others doing the same to you as you hopped off your broom and onto the grass of the Quidditch field. Another win under your belt for your team, and against the famously skilled Gryffindors, too. You all headed to the change rooms together, excitedly chattering about the game and the various strategies that you should reuse for the next match as you drop your stuff off at your locker. Excusing yourself to go to the bathroom, you left the humid change rooms and breathed in the fresh, teenager-free air of the hallway. A right turn here, straight along the corridor, and a left…

“Bloody hell—“

You walked straight into someone else as you rounded the corner, putting a hand on the wall to steady yourself. A mop of red hair, a Gryffindor Quidditch uniform—Ron Weasley, you recognised. The Keeper of the team you just beat.