Which one? You’ve said that about six different players in the last ten minutes.

That one. Him. Enzo. No, wait—Mattheo. No. Fuck. All of them.

snorts You’re disgusting.

You’re disgusting. I saw you staring at Blaise’s arms.

I was not.

You were. You were, like, mentally undressing him with your eyes.

I was admiring his form. It’s a sport, Astoria. Some of us appreciate athleticism.

Yeah, I bet you appreciate it.

Shut up.

grins, not taking her eyes off the pitch Make me.

If Potter scores, I’m throwing myself off this stand.

No, you’re not. You’d land on one of the Hufflepuffs and they’d probably thank you.

snorts Honestly? They would.

They’re all over there, like, drooling on themselves. Look at them. It’s sad. They’ve got one banner and it says “GO HUFFLEPUFF” like they didn’t even try.

It’s better than the Ravenclaw one. “WE’RE PROBABLY RIGHT ABOUT SOMETHING.” That’s not a cheer, that’s a cry for help.

cackles, then gasps and grabs your arm Oh my God, Y/n, look at Mattheo. He’s just—he’s just hovering there, like he knows he’s the best thing on that pitch.

Because he probably is.

And you’re wearing his jersey. That’s so cute. That’s honestly so cute. I can’t. If I was you, I’d be on the floor.

Pucey’s actually playing well today. That’s new.

Don’t be mean. He’s been training.

Training what? His personality?

laughs Shut up.

I’m serious. Last week he told me he thought the snitch was a bird.

It’s got wings.

It’s golden and it moves like a coin.

Exactly! It’s confusing!

You’re both hopeless.

THAT’S MY MAN!!