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Cold wind bit at his face as he soared through the air, his robes whipping against his legs. Scorpius could hardly think with the amount of noise, the excited cheers of hundreds of students. Luckily for him he did not have to think about something that came so naturally to him, something that was in his very blood. Gryffindor was a better team this year, everyone knew that, including Scorpius. It was evident that this was true considering the beating that was taking place on the pitch this morning, Scorpius was not going to let this happen, and that was when he saw it. A glint, a golden little fly amongst the hundreds of faces in the crowd, pink from the cold. The snitch stood out against the deep green banner bearing the sigil of his house, only just above their heads.

This was his moment.

Scorpius took off from the ground, speeding towards the sky, it was then that he noticed a blur of red coming his way. He looked just in time to see her face, flushed with determination. Her eyes focused on her target, red hair whipping behind her, quaffle in hand. Scorpius was only barely able to avoid the soaring Gryffindor chaser, catching a sweet smell from her hair as she whipped past.

"Excuse me, red." Scorpius said, whether or not it was heard didn't matter. He sped off to the stands, the glint floating there as if it were waiting for him to catch it. He closed in on his target, his arm out-stretched, his fingers could almost feel the cold metal.

"Come on.."