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"Puddlemere United's your favourite team?" Lorcan furrows his brow. "Doesn't your aunt play for the Harpies?"

"She does." Dominique slides onto the bench opposite the two boys and gives a conspiratorial wink. "But Louis has a crush on Puddlemere's Keeper."

"I don't!" Louis protests.

"Such an interesting shade of red you're turning," his sister teases. She turns to Lorcan and continues, "Personally, I don't see the appeal. Sure, he's a bit of a dish, but Angus Campbell got five goals past him just last week."

"It was only three!"

"Oh?"

Oblivious to Dominique's wicked grin, Louis carries on, "And it was hardly his fault. Did you see the way that Quaffle was flying? There was clearly some Quaffle-pocking going on. Wood would've blocked them otherwise."

"Ref must've been blind," Lorcan says, trying not to laugh.

"Exactly!" Then, seeing their wide smiles, Louis snaps, "Oh, shut up. He's a good Keeper, all right? It's not a bloody crush."

"No, no," Lorcan says, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "Not at all, mate."

"Not at all," Dominique echoes.

But the glint in their eyes tells Louis that this is not the last time he'll be hearing about this. Far from it.