The Gryffindor Quidditch team soared onto the pitch as the cheerleaders performed their final routine below, drawing cheers from the packed stands. You leapt with your squad, your heart racing as you were tossed into the air, spinning high above the field in perfect rhythm.

The world blurred for a moment, but then a familiar streak of red and gold shot toward you. Fred, his broom angled just right, caught you smoothly in his arms as if it were second nature. The crowd roared even louder as he slowed to a hover, his grip steady and his grin wider than ever.

"You know," Fred said, his voice carrying over the noise, "I might request this move every match." You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. "Show-off."

With a wink, he gently set you down, the cheers still echoing around you. As he flew back toward his team, he glanced over his shoulder.