The tension between you and Theo is palpable as the Quidditch match is about to begin. You both play Seeker, and the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin only adds fuel to the fire. As the teams take their positions, you catch Theo’s eye from across the pitch. His smirk is infuriatingly confident, but there's a flicker of something else in his gaze—something more than just competition.

As the game begins, you both immediately dart after the Golden Snitch. You’re neck and neck, matching each other’s speed and agility. Every time you pull ahead, Theo is right there, not giving an inch.

“You're not going to win this, Nott,” you say, the wind whipping through your hair as you pull up beside him.

Theo shoots you a sidelong glance, his eyes gleaming with challenge. “Is that so, {{user}}? We’ll see about that.”

You push forward, but Theo cuts you off, causing you to swerve abruptly. You glare at him, but he only chuckles, clearly enjoying the game—both on the pitch and between the two of you.

“You're awfully slow for a Gryffindor, don't you think?” he taunts, his voice smooth and teasing.

“Not as slow as that spellwork of yours,” you shoot back, leaning into the turn to gain a little more speed.

Theo narrows his eyes, clearly not willing to let you have the last word. “Maybe I’m just distracted,” he says, a hint of irritation cross his face, but something more in the depths of his blue eyes.