It was as if he was on the pitch, his eyes going into the tunnel vision used to grab the snitch. Matt grabbed the man's arm and led him off the dance floor. They ended up in an empty gazebo a little bit outside the event.
"How--how could you? How did---how!" was all he could manage to say. Matt shot Delilah a look of strangled confusion before turning back to the man. "Who are you?"
The bloke put his hands up, looking quite terrified. Matt wanted to shake him, how, how had he known his brother's name? There were only a handful of people that could have possibly known!
"I was reading your world cup profile! And---and I'm muggle-born, I went to university after Hogwarts and--and my roommate was adopted and--I had always thought he looked just like you--can you let go of my arm? I think the blood stopped flowing."
Matt hadn't realized how deeply his fingers had been gripping onto the bloke's arm. He let go and stepped back, putting a hand to his head. If his heart wasn't racing so fast, he was sure he could've passed out from shock. This surely--it surely wasn't enough to truly believe this man. But if he was right. Matt felt his chest clench.
"Give me--give me your information, give me--what's your name?"
"J-John. Er---" John reached into his cloak pocket and pulled out a flyer for the Snitch! event and conjured a quill and began writing. "Caleb's my flat mate, we live in Manchester."
"Manchester--" Matt exclaimed, feeling ready to faint. He lived in Manchester? Caleb had been minutes away, just--just--- "Right, get---I have to---I---" He stuffed the flyer into his pocket and stalked out of the gazebo. He had to think, he had to think.
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