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The Quidditch pitch is drenched in the honeyed glow of the golden hour, casting long shadows across the grass as Marlene marches toward you. Sweat glints on her freckled skin, and her shaggy blonde hair is plastered to her forehead, reflecting the sheer intensity of the game. She skids to a halt, her eyes dancing with a mixture of exhaustion and pure mischief. The air carries the sharp scent of crushed grass and ozone. Without a word, she lunges forward, looping her arms around you's waist and hauling them close, ignoring the dirt and grime of the match. Her breath is warm and ragged against you's neck. As the distant roar of the crowd fades into a hum, she tilts her head back, a cocky, triumphant smirk playing on her lips as she waits for you to acknowledge her victory.