The rain obscured her vision as she landed on the wet grass of the Quidditch pitch, her feet skidding slightly in the mud. The teams Seeker landed beside her, snitch held firmly in her hand. A wide grin split her face as her bright brown eyes scanned the roaring crowd; next to her, the Seeker lifted her right arm high into the air, the delicate wings of the snitch fluttering between the closed fingers of her fist.
Their dark green robes billowed in the wind, whipping around their calves and becoming heavy with the rain; this was all ignored, however, in favour of celebrating their most recent victory against the Pride of Portree. The losing team were gathered at the opposite end of the pitch, forming a small purple cluster with mud already coating the bottom two inches of their robes.
She ignored her teammates as they all crowded together – their own screams mingling in with those of the eager spectators – her eyes were still searching the crowd of unfamiliar faces looking for just one in particular.
Finally – finally – she spotted him standing right in the middle of the masses of Quidditch fans, his crimson and gold Gryffindor scarf contrasting with the dark green of the other supporters and the Holyhead Harpies t-shirt he was wearing over the top of his many layers.
Her smile became more genuine, softer, as their eyes met; she wasn't sure if he could actually see her through the rain and the throngs of people separating them, but she could easily imagine the slight upwards quirk of his mouth and the crinkling of his almond shaped eyes.
The spectators began to disperse, snaking their way down from the Quidditch stands; he remained where he was, watching her, creating a slight fork in the crowd as they had to wind their way around him.
It felt like there were invisible strings connecting them together, keeping them still, that if she moved even the slightest amount those strings would be severed and she would be left to drift without him.
She took a step back to join the rest of her teammates, breaking the connection between them; he was the boy who lived, but this was her victory and she would celebrate it with the six other people who had earned it.
She knew he would be waiting for her – just like she had waited so many years for him – but for now, it was her turn to shine.