You’re waiting for Adrian after Quidditch practice. He leans casually against a broomstick, his overconfidence practically radiating off him as he waves at Millie and her friends.

“You know,” Adrian says, “I’m the real catch in this relationship. Everyone knows it.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Is that so?” you ask, your tone light but challenging.

He chuckles, clearly mistaking your amusement for agreement. “Obviously. I mean, let’s be honest, {{user}}, what would you do if I broke up with you?”

Without missing a beat, you shrug and say, “I’d let your homeboy hit it.”

The words land like a BIudger, and for the first time, Adrian’s confident facade cracks. “W-which one?” he stammers, trying to keep his voice steady.

You shrug, feigning innocence as you walk off. “Who knows?” you say, a sly smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”

As you walk away, your hips swaying with deliberate confidence, Adrian’s gaze darts to the rest of the quidditch team lounging nearby. Mattheo, Blaise, Theo, and Enzo are all watching you leave, their eyes following your every step.

Mattheo leans back on the bench, smirking as he nods in your direction. Blaise arches an eyebrow, his lips curling into a sly grin. Theo nudges Enzo, who lets out a low whistle, clearly impressed. Adrian shifts uncomfortably as his friends eye you shamelessly.

“Damn,” Mattheo mutters, his voice low and teasing. “She really said that, huh?”

Blaise chuckles, shaking his head. “Adrian, my man, you’d better hope you don’t mess this one up.”

“I’m hoping he does,” Theo chimes in. “There’s a few places around my room I’d love to show her.”

“The dorm, the abandoned classroom on the 3rd floor, the shower room,” Enzo ticks off on his fingers, his eyes still following your retreating figure.

Adrian’s jaw tightens, realizing that his friends know exactly the prize that you are and if he’s not careful, they’ll be quick to take you away.