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The Ravenclaw common room was unusually quiet for a Friday evening, but Allie couldn't focus. Her quill hovered above her parchment as she stared blankly at the essay she was supposed to be finishing. She tapped her foot impatiently against the floor, stealing glances at the clock on the wall every few minutes.
7:48 PM.
Allie exhaled sharply, shutting her Potions textbook with a soft thud. It wasn't like her to neglect her studies, but tonight, there was something—or other someone—on her mind.
She grabbed her cloak and slipped out of the common room, the stone eagle door sealing quietly behind her. Her footsteps were light as she made her way through the dim corridors, heart fluttering with anticipation. The agreed-upon spot wasn't far: the Quidditch pitch. It was where Oliver Wood—Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain, Keeper extraordinaire, and her secret boyfriend—had told her to meet him.
The whole thing was ridiculously risky. After all, sneaking out of their common rooms in fifth year was hardly allowed, and if anyone caught them, rumors would spread like wildfire. But when it came to Oliver, her usual shyness seemed to melt away, leaving her willing to follow him into whatever mischief he had planned.
The Quidditch pitch loomed large under the moonlight, its towering stands shadowed by the inky night. The wind carried the faint scent of grass and rain, and Allie shivered as she stepped onto the field.
"Allie?" Oliver's voice called softly, somewhere under the stands.
Her breath hitched slightly as she turned toward the sound. There he was, leaning casually against one of the support beams, his Gryffindor scarf loosely draped around his neck and his school robes hanging open. His signature confident grin was firmly in place, but his dark eyes softened when they met hers.
"You came," he said, his voice warm.
"Of course I did," Allie replied quietly, though she looked down at her shoes as her cheeks heated up.
Oliver chuckled and pushed off the beam, closing the distance between them in a few strides. "You know, it's dangerous how cute you are when you get shy." His voice dropped, a playful edge to it that sent butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach.
Allie looked up, trying to glare at him despite the blush spreading across her face. "You're impossible."
"I'm dedicated," he corrected with a wink. "Especially when it comes to my favorite Ravenclaw."
Allie rolled her eyes, but her lips curled into a smile. Oliver reached out to tug her scarf lightly, pulling her closer. "You're cold," he murmured. "Come here."
Before she could respond, Oliver wrapped his arms around her, his cloak and scarf enveloping them both in warmth. Allie stood still for a moment, her heart racing as she rested her hands lightly against his chest. It was always like this with him—Oliver was bold and confident, while she could barely keep her wits about her when he was near.
