it’s the biggest quidditch game of the season, hundreds of students are in the stands waiting for the game to start. It’s Gryffindor vs Slytherin

while I’m practicing I see you find a place in the stands, I see you aren’t wearing a Quidditch jersey with my name on the back of it. I leave the pitch and make my way to the stands. I grab your hand and take you over to a corner where no one can see us.

“Why the fuck are you not wearing my jersey?” i ask in a coldly and cross my arms