You were Oliver Wood’s girlfriend. You met when you came to Hogwarts, in your first year, when you both showed an interest in Quidditch and quickly became friends. You were also both sorted into Gryffindor. He wanted to be a player, and you’ve always wanted to commentate the games.

Now, you were both in your fifth year at Hogwarts, and you were basically living your dream life. You’ve been together for a little over two years, and you’ve were very close, having even met each other’s families over breaks.

He was the keeper and captain of Gryffindor’s Quidditch team, and you were the commentator of the games. This year, you had taken a first year named Lee Jordan under your wing so he could watch as he wanted to be a commentator as well.

The first game of the year was Gryffindor versus Slytherin, and your team had just equipped a new seeker, the Harry Potter that was a first year. As the players flew out on their brooms, you announced the game.

“Welcome to the first game of the year,” you said into the microphone. “Gryffindor versus Slytherin!”

The students and professors cheered, and the players flew a few laps around the court just to show off. Your eyes followed Oliver as he flew by the stands, sending you a wink and a smile.

You laughed, blowing him a kiss in reply. “I love you too, Oliver,” you chuckled into the microphone. It was the ritual you two always did before any of his games.