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"Everyone has to come!" Ginny gushed, twisting the cap off her beer bottle. "I've got tickets for all of you, so no excuses!"

The flat, filled with Ginny's old Gryffindor teammates, cheered as she raised her bottle and took a large swig. Her first game with the Holyhead Harpies was just one month away, and everyone was gathered to celebrate the announcement.

In a quieter (and much later) moment of the evening, Alicia finally managed to pull Ginny away from the group. The two girls stood close to each other, Ginny's back resting against the kitchen counter.

"I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it," Alicia said apologetically. "I'll be in France for a wedding."

Ginny looked up at her, her brow furrowed. "Oh."

"I'm sorry. Really, if I could get out of it…"

"No, no." Ginny's eyes darted to the ground. "It's okay."

"Ginny." Alicia placed her hand on the younger girl's arm, imploring her to return her gaze. "I'll be at the next game, I promise."

"And the game after that?"

Alicia's hand trailed slowly downward until their fingers were entwined. "And every game after that, if you'd like."

"Promise?"

"Promise."