HIDDEN REFLECTIONS

ﾟ𐦍 TEN ₊˚⊹

CHAPTER TEN

❝Are you nervous?❞ I ask Enzo as we walk next to one another. The side of my shoulder brushes softly against his as I bite back a smile, the wind tugging on a few loose strands of my hair.

Enzo rolls his eyes at my question, yet his face slowly reddens as he spares me a small glance. His voice carries a hint of uncertainty as he responds, ❝Of course, I'm nervous. I always get nervous during Quidditch,❞ he admits, a breath of air escaping his parted lips, his unoccupied hand instinctively running through his already tousled dark hair.

I frown at the admission, unable to stop myself. It's unusual to see one of the boys worry about anything. It's actually quite refreshing to witness Enzo's vulnerability, being reminded that he can experience stress over something as simple as a Quidditch game.

❝You'll do great,❞ I reassure him as we resume making our way to the Slytherin tent, which has been set up on the side of the game field.

Enzo had been notably absent when the rest of the team had gathered to get ready. Pansy had been nowhere to be found and the others had been too preoccupied with game preparations to notice. I had taken it upon myself to check on Enzo, and I had found him in his dorm, having a meltdown.

He shakes his head at me.

❝Hey, don't underestimate yourself. There will be girls out there, screaming your name, as usual,❞ I laugh, trying to boost his confidence before the start of the game.

His cheeks flush with a rosy hue as I playfully tease him, causing a smile to creep up on my lips.

❝They go, ENZO! ENZO!❞ I exclaim, mimicking his enthusiastic supporters as I bounce up and down on my feet, still moving beside him.

He covers his face with his unoccupied hand, attempting to stay clear of my teasing antics as we near the tent. ❝Leah, oh my god, stop!❞ Enzo chuckles, carefully attempting to push me away from his side.

❝What the fuck are you guys doing?❞ A familiar voice scratches through the humid air, startling me.

I yelp, stumbling toward the ground as I lose my footing entirely. Enzo quickly tries to reach out and catch me, but it's too late—I land on the muddy grass.

❝Fuck, did you have to scare me?❞ I grumble unhappily, swearing at Theodore, who seems to find amusement in my clumsy misfortune. As usual.

He bursts into loud laughter, and soon Enzo joins in, unable to contain his increasing amusement.

❝I'm sorry, but that was just too funny,❞ Enzo manages to wheeze between his fits of laughter.

Suddenly, Mattheo storms through the opening Theodore has created, a clear expression of annoyance on his face. ❝What the hell are you guys doing?❞

Mattheo freezes in his tracks as his eyes land on me sprawled on the ground. A brief look of amusement flickers through his dark eyes, and I can't help but feel embarrassed. Letting out a sigh, I slowly push myself up, assessing the damage.

Mud covers my back, but thankfully, it seems to be confined to my shirt. Somehow, the rest of me managed to land on the dry part of the grass. I'm relieved to find that my skirt remains unharmed, free from any unsightly mud stains.

❝I seriously, can't stand any of you,❞ I mutter, mainly to Theodore, frustration evident in my voice.

To make matters worse, Draco decides it's the perfect opportunity to document my embarrassing moment. He sticks his head out, phone in hand, ready to capture the scene. ❝This is definitely going on my story,❞ he declares, calling out to Blaise for attention.