For as long as she could remember, Esmeralda Grisky and Lorenzo Berkshire had been inseparable best friends. But in their sixth year at Hogwarts, something shifted between them, drawing them closer than ever. Esmeralda begins to realize that her fee...
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"YOU'RE JUST WATCHING THE QUIDDITCH TRIALS TODAY?"
Esmie glanced over at Maddison, raising an eyebrow as she settled into her seat in the grandstand. The autumn breeze whipped through the air, carrying the scent of the freshly cut Quidditch pitch. Esmie and Maddison had arrived early, securing a prime spot alongside Hermione, Elsie, Grace, and Hope. The grandstands were gradually filling with other students, all excited to see who would make it onto the Gryffindor team.
"Yeah," Esmie replied, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Harry said I didn't need to try out since I've been on the team for years. He already wants me on the roster." Her voice carried a touch of pride, and rightfully so. She had been a Gryffindor Chaser since her second year, and her skills had only grown since then. Today wasn't about her, though. She was here to support her fellow Gryffindors who were trying out for a place on the team.
Maddison gave her a knowing look. "It's a bit weird, isn't it? Not being out there with them?"
Esmie shrugged. "A little, but Harry said he's got it all under control. I offered to help, but he insisted I just enjoy watching." She wrapped her arms around herself, the chilly breeze making her regret not dressing more warmly. She had always loved the energy of Quidditch, the adrenaline, the fast pace, and the rush of being in the air. But now, watching from the stands, she felt oddly distant from it all.
"I still can't believe you've been on the team since you were twelve," Hermione chimed in, her voice thoughtful as she adjusted her scarf. "You've always been a natural."
"Thanks, 'Mione," Esmie smiled, grateful for the compliment. "But Harry's still the only one the school ever let join before their second year."
Back in their fourth year, Esmie had gone with Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys to the Quidditch World Cup. It had been an incredible experience, and it was around that time that Harry had confessed to Esmie that he had a crush on Maddison. Esmie had been one of the first to know, and she had watched with amusement as Harry had awkwardly navigated his feelings before finally asking Maddison to the Yule Ball. Now, here they were, years later, still together and stronger than ever.
