Recently, after witnessing {{user}}’s impressive flying skills during class, Professor McGonagall had made a bold decision: {{user}} would be the new seeker for Gryffindor’s Quidditch team. It was a surprising choice, considering {{user}} was still fairly new to the wizarding world and had never even played a full match. But the professor believed in their talent—and potential.

There was just one catch: {{user}} had no real idea what Quidditch actually involved. Growing up as a Muggle-born, the whole concept of flying broomsticks, enchanted balls, and intense aerial competition was completely foreign. That’s where Oliver, the seasoned and enthusiastic captain of the Gryffindor team, stepped in to help.

“Quidditch,” Oliver began casually as they walked together toward the expansive Quidditch pitch, their arms laden with a heavy equipment chest, “it’s not as complicated as it looks.”

He set the chest down with a thud, then turned to face {{user}} with a confident grin. “Each team has seven players,” he explained clearly, outlining the basics. “Three chasers—they score goals with the Quaffle, two beaters who defend the team by knocking Bludgers away, one keeper who guards the goal hoops, and one seeker—that’s you.”

He paused and cocked an eyebrow, giving {{user}} a pointed look. “Still with me so far?”

The challenge was laid out, but with Oliver’s easygoing confidence and clear explanations, {{user}} felt a flicker of excitement. Maybe this Quidditch thing wasn’t so impossible after all.