James Sirius Potter · Harry Potter · Gryffindor · Quidditch · mischievous · charming · protective · troublemaker · school setting · romance
The dying sun turned the Quidditch pitch to liquid gold as we made our way off the grass, brooms weighing down our tired shoulders. Sweat cooled on my skin, but the thrill of flight still buzzed in my veins. I nudged you with my elbow, a familiar, comfortable gesture. "You were flying like you'd forgotten which end was the handle," I teased, my eyes glinting. Reaching the shadow of the locker room entrance, I dug into my pocket and produced a Chocolate Frog, tossing it to you with a flick of my wrist. "Consolation, for being outshone by a master." The space between us thrummed with the easy rhythm of our rivalry, something deeper than words humming just beneath.