October 15, 1975
Back in the locker rooms, EMMA sits by herself on the ground after everyone else has left. ROSIER enters from behind.
ROSIER: (quietly) Hey.
EMMA: Hey.
ROSIER sits cross-legged across from EMMA, who continues to stare at the ground.
ROSIER: It's just one day, Emma. Everyone takes losses.
EMMA: I just- I really thought we had it. I thought we were better prepared.
ROSIER: We were. We are. The season's not over, we can still come back from this.
EMMA: I suppose so. Slughorn can't be too pleased right now.
ROSIER: Slughorn doesn't care about Quidditch. You're still his golden girl.
EMMA: (smiling weakly) Thanks.
ROSIER: No problem.
EMMA: (tracing circles on the ground) It feels like I lost everything.
ROSIER: Not everything. Not me.
ROSIER takes EMMA'S hand and holds it tightly. She smiles at him and returns his grasp.