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The crowd erupted in cheers as Slytherin Chasers, leaning low over their brand-new brooms, sped past the outmatched Gryffindors.
Hagrid's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Gallopin' Gorgons! Slytherin's flyin' like they got dragon fire in their brooms..."
Ron seethed, his demeanor suggesting that he took Slytherin's dominance personally. He grabbed Hagrid's oversized binoculars and aimed them at the area where the faculty was seated. Rosabelle was sitting in the middle of Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape.
Rosabelle looked worried as she watched the unfolding match. She grasped Severus' hand tightly and voiced her concerns, "Sev, I can't shake off this bad feeling."
Severus placed his hand over hers and gently stroked her hand with his thumb, reassuringly saying, "Everything will be alright. If anything happens, we are here to help those fools."
High above the pitch, Harry circled, scanning for the Golden Snitch. Abruptly, Draco zoomed past him in the air.
Harry spun around, glaring at Draco with malice. Behind him, a Bludger entered the scene, hurtling straight toward his head.
Rosabelle clenched her teeth, fear evident on her face. Severus could only tighten his grip on her hand, trying to comfort her.
At the last possible moment, Harry swerved to narrowly evade the whistling Bludger. CRACK! George swooped down and deftly batted it away. Harry watched as it flew off into the distance, but then his eyes widened: the Bludger altered its course, hurtling back towards him. Harry accelerated away.
Rosabelle hissed, "No! It's a Rogue Bludger!"
Beside her, she could hear the man snickering, causing her to turn and give him a piercing look, "Do you find something amusing, Malfoy?"
Lucius smirked and retorted, "I'm rather hoping it hits the boy."
Rosabelle was on the verge of striking him, but Severus intervened, raising an eyebrow as if to tell her to stop.
"Mind your words, Malfoy, unless you want a new hairstyle tomorrow," Rosabelle shot back at the blonde-haired man.
"Hah, you wouldn't dare," Lucius taunted.
"You don't want to test her, Lucius," Severus supported her firmly.
Lucius narrowed his eyes at the couple before exhaling in frustration. "Blood-traitor."
Rolling her eyes, Rosabelle mirrored Lucius's expression and responded, "Shut up, you freak. Worshipping a noseless creature. What a joke."
Severus' eyes widened as he struggled to suppress a smirk. Gradually, he subtly patted his wife's head, trying to soothe her anger.
Lucius looked offended, and he let out a sharp hiss directed at the woman, who responded with a piercing glare, effectively daring him to do something.
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"Ugh, can you believe his audacity, Sev? It's unbelievable! Can I please... maybe just cut his hair a little?" Rosabelle stood before Severus in their chamber, where they held each other in a slow dance, illuminated solely by the warm glow of candles.
Severus smiled tenderly and then gently shook his head, while his other hand caressed Rosabelle's hair. "Belle, we talked about this earlier."
Rosabelle let out an exasperated sigh.
Severus continued to stroke her hair, gradually easing her anger and frustration. She nestled herself back into Severus' embrace, breathing in his scent.
"Would you like some tea, Belle? Or are you getting tired now?" Severus gazed down at her, his voice gentle.
Instead of responding, Rosabelle clung to him tightly, like a bear unwilling to let go. "Can we just stay like this, Sev?"
Severus's lips curved into a fond smile at his wife's undeniable adorableness. "Certainly, my love."
A little while later, with utmost care, Severus settled his softly snoring wife onto the bed. He tenderly brushed his fingers against her cheeks before quietly leaving to settle some unfinished business.
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"MY HAIR!" Lucius bellowed, his form rigid before the mirror. His own reflection sent shivers down his spine.
His once luxurious hair had been sheared to a pitiful length, its appearance utterly dreadful. A bald patch on his head can be seen clearly.
"Rosabelle Snape!"
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You look happy, darling. Whatever happens to you?" Rosabelle asked, her smile bright as she watched Severus, who was suppressing a quiet chuckle.
"Nothing, Belle. Let's have breakfast, shall we?"