„Oh, my dear..." (Mattheo Riddle ff)

Epilogue

...(around ten months later)...

The stadium was packed. Crowds of people were pushing and shoving towards the exits, the English Quidditch hymn still blasting. Only with the help of a handful security people, Mattheo and Phersephone managed to make their way down from the stands to the field and into the backstage team area. A few nosy fans gave them curious looks as they hurried past, but nobody called out. Once inside, the noise suddenly went down, like it had been sucked out as the door fell close. Only from down the hallway, you could hear excited cheering and chatting from the English changing rooms. Mattheo and Phersephone stood there, between busy managers, security and coaches. One of them waved them closer, recognising them.

„Ah, Mr Riddle, Ms Thorne." she said. „I'm Julia, we talked on the phone."

They shook hands quickly, before Julia hurried back down the hallway. „Please wait here, I'll go get him for you."

Mattheo leaned back against the wall, pulling his girlfriend close by her waist as the waited. More people hurried past, happy Brits or disappointed Italians.

„Maybe professional Quidditch is not the career for me after all." Mattheo murmured into Phersephones ear. „Merlin, this place is messy."

She chuckled, gently patting his arm around her waist. „You're not that good anyway."

„Excuse me, love?" He mockingly pouted. „I'll have you know, I am a pretty decent chaser if I want to."

„Mhm..." she hummed. „So you just didn't want to win the Quidditch cup two years in a row?"

Mattheo grinned at her teasing. „I let you win."

„Nuh uh uh." Phersephone wagged her finger in front of his face. „You did not give up that last Quidditch cup for me, my dear. Ravenclaw just outplayed your pathetic excuse of a team, and may I add, mostly because our captain is the most talented witch Hogwarts has ever seen."

And before Mattheo could call her out on that unbelievable arrogance, someone cleared their throat behind them.

„I have absolutely no doubt about that."

Phersephone gasped softly and freed herself from Mattheos arms, quickly rushing over. „Samuel!"

The former Ravenclaw chuckled, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. „Hi there, little one. Did I hear that right? Ravenclaw won the cup again?"

„Absolutely. Don't listen to Mattheo, he's a sore looser."

„Am not!" Mattheo piped up behind her. 

Samuel chuckled, giving him a quick one over. „You're still here." He looked back down at Phersephone. „You actually kept the guy?"

She shrugged. „Can't seem to get rid of him... Not that I'd want to."

„She beats my ass at everything!" Mattheo complained. „Quidditch, school, fucking work..."

„Work?" Samuel asked. 

„The ministry offered us jobs after Hogwarts. Department of Law Enforcement." Phersephone explained. „And... I earn a little more than him..."

Samuel raised his eyebrows. „Well, congratulations. Personally, I can't really complain about my salary."

„I'd expect as much from a Quidditch pro."

„Yeah, you humiliated those Italians today!"

Scratching the back of his neck, Samuel chuckled. „Yeah... I guess we played pretty well."