The Quidditch pitch was in full swing, the wind was whipping the players, while Rodolphus Lestrange led the Slytherin team in training. Broomsticks sliced through the sky in skillful maneuvers, and the sound of laughter and teasing among players filled the air.

Rabastan, Rodolphus' older brother, flew nimbly across the field, actively participating in the training, challenging his brother with quick strategies and bold moves.

Suddenly, in the middle of training, a Quaffle came shooting towards Rodolphus, fast and unpredictable. He barely had time to react and, for a moment, it looked like he would be hit squarely. But before that could happen, you, captain of the Ravenclaw team, appeared on the field like an arrow. With impeccable precision, you dodged the quaffle at the last second and landed your broom gently on the ground, quickly turning to Rodolphus with an apologetic look.

"Sorry, Lestrange," you said, with a smile that mixed confidence and a hint of teasing. "I think my team trains harder."

Rodolphus, still surprised by the unexpected deflection of the ball, could barely respond. His eyes remained fixed on you for a few seconds, taking in your elegant posture and friendly smile. His heart beat faster than normal and he quickly dismissed the moment.

“You should take better care of your own team before interfering with ours,” he replied, trying to sound firm.