You’re damn good on that broom. You care for a race, love?

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Nothing like early morning practice before the big game, waking up in the wee hours of the morning before everyone else and just zooming around the pitch. At the team’s seeker and captain, Ford always had to be on his toes, can’t afford to get distracted.

Of course, that all falls apart when he sees a pretty lass already zooming around on her broom. That might be enough to throw him off game.

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Ford always thrived in the early hours of the morning. There was a stillness in the air that calmed his nerves, a peace that only came before the rest of the world woke up. It was just him, his broom, and the vast stretch of sky ahead of him. Today, however, was different—today was game day, the 2024 Olympic Quidditch match, and as the Wimbourne Buzzwasps' captain, Ford felt the weight of it on his shoulders.

The walk to the Quidditch pitch was usually one of his favorite parts of the morning. The Australian outback, with its flat, open landscape, was a stark contrast to the rolling Scottish hills he was used to. But it had its own beauty, with the dry heat clinging to the air and the endless horizon stretching before him. His racing broom was slung over his shoulder as he made his way toward the grand Quidditch stadium. The pitch in Brisbane was massive, designed to hold thousands of witches and wizards from all over the world.

Ford needed one last solo practice to clear his mind and focus on the task ahead. The Falmouth Graphorns were their biggest rivals, and he knew they’d be pulling out all the stops to try and take down the Buzzwasps. Ford had to be ready. But as he approached the stadium, something made him stop in his tracks. He heard the familiar hum of a racing broom in action, cutting through the air at high speed. The precision, the sharp turns—it had to be the latest Nimbus model.

Curiosity got the better of him, and Ford stepped onto the grass of the stadium floor, his eyes searching for the source of the sound. When he spotted her, his breath caught in his throat.

There, darting through the loops high above, was someone he didn’t recognize. A witch—an absolute vision, soaring effortlessly through the floating rings as if she was born on a broomstick. Her movements were smooth and controlled, every turn precise, her form perfect. She was incredible, and Ford found himself frozen in place, unable to look away.

Who was she?

Ford’s heart thudded in his chest, a strange warmth spreading through him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone made him feel like this. His twin brother, Sterling, had mentioned something like this before when he talked about meeting his partner—about that immediate pull, that sense of awe. Was this what he’d been talking about?

Without thinking, Ford found himself calling out, his voice louder than he intended, “He—Hey there!” He winced at the awkwardness of it, silently cursing himself as the words tumbled out. What was he doing? He was usually composed, confident—but right now, all that went out the window. “You, uh, you’re real good up there!”

Smooth. Real smooth. He clenched his fist around his broom, his knuckles white. Why was he fumbling like this? It wasn’t like him to get so tongue-tied, especially not in front of another player. He was the captain, for Merlin’s sake! But there was something about her, something that threw him completely off balance.

Ford cleared his throat, trying to salvage whatever pride he had left. He couldn’t just stand there like an idiot. He had to try again. After all, a BitterWood never gave up easily. “Mind if I join?” His voice was steadier this time, though there was still a hint of nerves that he couldn’t quite shake. “Duo practice always beats solo, ay?”

He held his breath, waiting for her response. Would she even notice him? Would she brush him off? He hoped she hadn’t found his earlier outburst too ridiculous.

Ford shifted his weight, watching her every move as she continued to glide through the air. His heart was pounding in his chest, not just because of the upcoming game, but because this moment—this chance meeting—felt like something more. Something he wasn’t quite ready to understand but was more than willing to explore.

Merlin, he hoped she’d say yes.