The Hogwarts Quidditch pitch was buzzing with excitement that afternoon. Students had gathered to watch Gryffindor's new Chaser, Ginny, test out her brand-new Firebolt. Even the teachers peeked from the stands, curious about the spectacle.
Ginny mounted her broom, her crimson scarf fluttering in the wind. Across the pitch, Harry was practicing with his own Firebolt, Cho Chang was hovering gracefully on her Firebolt for Ravenclaw, and Draco Malfoy reluctantly clutched his Firebolt, courtesy of his father.
Roy, standing on the sidelines with Hermione, Cassandra, Daphne, Astoria, Luna, and Cho, couldn't resist a mischievous grin.
"Watch closely, everyone," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "This is how a Firebolt is meant to be flown."
With a flick of her wrist, Ginny shot forward, the Firebolt responding instantly to her slightest movement. She weaved through the air with breathtaking speed, looping and spinning, leaving trails of excitement in her wake.
Harry followed, performing sharp dives and quick turns, showing off his own skills. Cho gracefully navigated her path, her movements precise and elegant, while Draco struggled to keep up, his expression a mix of frustration and awe.
Roy chuckled loudly. "Careful there, Malfoy! That broom doesn't wait for anyone! Maybe you should've trained more with it before showing off."
Draco glared but didn't dare argue. Around him, whispers spread: "Roy just keeps spoiling everyone he cares about. Firebolts for Gryffindor and Ravenclaw? And Ginny… she's flying like she was born on it."
Ginny circled back, landing gracefully in front of Roy. He raised an eyebrow, teasing, "Not bad for a Chaser. But I expect you to do even better next time. And don't forget—practice makes perfection."
She laughed, her cheeks flushed. "You're impossible, Roy. But… thanks. Really."
Roy smirked and then turned his attention to the pitch. "Alright, Harry and Cho, show them how it's done. And Draco… try not to crash into the goalposts this time."
The crowd erupted with laughter, and Draco's ears turned red. Harry shot Roy a grin, clearly enjoying the playful teasing, while Ginny swooped low, performing a series of dazzling spins that earned cheers from her team.
Roy watched proudly. It wasn't just about Quidditch—it was about showing that those he cared for thrived under his care, spoiled in the best way possible, and confident in their own abilities.
By the end of the session, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students were buzzing about how amazing the Firebolts were, while Slytherins sulked, realizing that Roy's generosity and careful attention to his friends and lovers had set a new standard—one they could only envy.
Roy laughed quietly to himself. "Maybe next week I'll surprise someone else… Draco could use some humility."