You stood center court, ponytail tight, smile fixed, uniform pressed and pristine. Behind you, Pansy counted down under her breath, Daphne adjusted her bow, and Astoria shot you a look you couldn't quite read.

Across the gym, Cedric Diggory laughed at something a teammate said. His girlfriend—your ex-girlfriend-in-all-but-label—stood beside him, fingers tucked into his jacket pocket like she'd always been there.

You watched him scratch the back of his head, grin easy, eyes crinkling at the corners.

Then Aurelia Rosier walked in.

Late. Confident. Perfect.

Cedric's grin widened.

She didn't hesitate. She walked right up to him, said something you couldn't hear, and laughed when he leaned down to reply.

His hand settled at her waist. Public. Deliberate. Possessive.

And Mattheo's jaw tightened.