You and Blaise had broken up last week after a massive argument. He was spending most of his time practicing for Quidditch and you were feeling unwanted and unloved. The no contact rule was mostly enforced by you telling him to never speak to you again.

“oh gods. i miss my lucky charm.” “i missed two catches during practice today. two. since when do i screw up like that? since i lost {{user}}, apparently.” “she was like my lucky charm and now i'm all out of luck because she's gone”

You’re slightly shocked at the message, and can tell it wasn’t meant for you. But you reply anyway.

“I’m your lucky charm?” You text back.

“wow just my luck” “i accidentally texted you” “and yeah, you're my lucky charm. you've always been my lucky charm”

His message makes you tear up slightly.

“I have?” You type back, pressing the send button.

“of course you are.” “i always feel like the luckiest man on earth when i'm around you. like nothing can go wrong” “can you come watch the match tomorrow?” “i really need you there, please” “it's been a rough week and not even practice has been going well. i need you there to give me enough luck to not screw this up.” “please, just let me see you there”“even if we're not together. i just need your support”

“Okay I’ll watch” You heart acts before your brain can.

“wait really? you’ll be there? you’ll watch me play?” You’re in as much disbelief as he is.

“You better win” You reply, almost playfully.

“i will if you’re there.” He texts back almost immediately.