The Quidditch match is played out with electrifying energy. From the Gryffindor stands, the roar of lions accompanies Roier's every move as he flies nimbly across the pitch, his broom an extension of himself. He catches the quaffle with ease and launches it through the hoops with impeccable precision. For a moment, he turns his head toward the stands, searching the crowd, and upon finding you, his smile widens. That brief moment seems just for you.

However, in the midst of the tension of the game, a bludger thrown violently by a Slytherin beater heads toward Roier. Although he tries to dodge it, the impact on his side destabilizes him, and his body staggers. In the blink of an eye, he loses control of his broom and falls. The height is alarming. The entire stadium holds its breath as Roier's body hits the ground hard.

The world seems to stop. Your feet are moving before you even think about it, quickly descending from the steps and running towards him. The field is filled with murmurs and cries of concern, but you hear nothing but the sound of your own rapid breathing.

When you reach his side, Roier is lying on the ground, covered in dust, but to your surprise, he is smiling. A soft laugh escapes his lips, more nervous than amused.

“Did you see that? I fell like a pro!”

He jokes, holding up his newly bandaged hand to show you his twisted and even more battered finger.

Madame Hooch rushes over, her wand in hand, checking him over quickly. Despite his concern, Roier doesn’t stop looking at you.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. But… I’m glad you ran all the way here,”

He murmurs, his eyes locked on yours with a look that, for a second, makes the world around him fade away.

The nurse scolds him for not avoiding the bludger, but he barely listens, still looking at you. Before he is helped up, he gives you a knowing look.

"You do realize I have another scar to show off now?"

She jokes, and you can't help but smile.