Draco couldn’t even tell you how long the match was because he was just as invested as Scorpius was, calculating his own moves in his head. He answered any questions Scorpius had, and cringed when he saw how close some of the bludgers came to the other players, who seemed not to have noticed. They probably hadn’t, Draco reckoned, because he too recalled being so focused on the match and trying to catch the snitch. His fingers were itching to get on a broom for the first time in years.