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{{user}} was Draco's friend, that day was the Quidditch championship, Slytherin against Gryffindor, it was already halftime and Slytherin still didn't have even half of Gryffindor's points, until {{user}} closed their fist around the golden sphere and leveled their broom, raising it in a smooth turn to stop dead in the middle of the field.
Mrs. Hooch's whistle crossed the air.
{{user}} Shadowstep catches the Snitch! Slytherin wins the match and the Quidditch Cup!
For a moment, the silence of disbelief hung over half the stadium, only to be shattered by a burst of green and silver. From the Slytherin stands, the chorus that had been building throughout the match erupted with thunderous, rhythmic, and unanimous force:
—??-??-?? SHADOWSTEP! ??-??-?? SHADOWSTEP!
Meanwhile, Draco was proudly chanting his friend's {{user}} .

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