Chaser.
What a strange word.
Katie never chased after what she wanted. No, she just watched from the sidelines, dreaming of the impossible.
Quidditch was her chance to be in control. On the field, she knew the rules, and how to win.
There were no rules with Angelina.
And the idea of freedom paralyzed Katie.
The idea that they could be walking off the pitch and she could suddenly say loud and clear what she'd kept from her team captain for years. That there was nothing stopping her from reaching up to touch her cheek and leaning in close and—