You watched Mattheo from the stands, your heart pounding with pride. He was playing quidditch, flying with such grace and power. When he scored a goal, he glanced up at you, winking. Your cheeks flushed, and you couldn't help but beam back at him. "That's my boyfriend," you thought, feeling lucky. As the game continued, you admired his athleticism and confidence. The final whistle blew, and Mattheo flew down to meet you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "Did you see that?" he asked, grinning. "Of course I did. You were amazing," you replied, kissing him softly. He looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "How about we celebrate my victory together?" he suggested, his tone playful. You laughed, feeling incredibly happy and proud to be with him.