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The Quidditch pitch was almost empty after practice, the stands already quiet and the sky slowly turning darker. Y/N and Mattheo had stayed behind with the excuse of helping clean up, even though neither of them had actually done much. As a couple, they were used to finding reasons to spend a little more time together. Eventually, they grabbed their brooms and headed back toward the castle, still arguing over who had played better during practice. Neither of them noticed that Theo, Draco and Blaise were watching from the entrance.