Opia {j. potter}

Chionophile

𝒞𝒽𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓅𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 (𝓃)
𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈.

James has been flirtatious towards Elizabeth more than usual today. The excitement of the quidditch match set for that night caused his confidence to increase tenfold. It had snowed the night before and James loved this.

All four marauders had been working for the past hour to place heat-charms on James and Sirius quidditch uniforms for the night in hopes that they will help combat the cold. 

James loved the cold. He thrived in the cold. A chionophile, his mother always called him. The bitter feeling on the tip of his nose and ears brought rushes of adrenaline to the boy. Nothing was going to be able to wipe the smile of James' face as he and Sirius were the first to enter the Gryffindor locker room.

Sirius, on the other hand, had not stopped complaining about the cold and even had Moony place heat-charms on a pair of gloves, a scarf, and earmuffs.

"You are not allowed to wear those things on the pitch," James said, hitting his friend's protected ear, "you look like an idiot."

"I'll have you know James," Sirius responded pointedly, "I never look like an idiot."

James responded with an unamused hum that earned a grunted "Moony said I look sexy in everything," from Sirius.

"Gross," they heard a familiar voice said as Marlene walked into the room, "I did not need to hear that."

"You're just jealous cause I got my gay romance and you have yet to make a move on Dorcas."

"Oi, shove off will ya." Marlene said grabbing the earmuffs off Sirius' ears, "I'm working on it."

"Hey! Give those back," Sirius reached out.

Marlene swerved away from the lunge causing Sirius to fall face-first onto the ground. James and Marlene laughed at their friend who let out a loud groan before attempting to get up again. "I'm not going to let you go out onto the pitch with fluffy earmuffs."

"Did someone say something about fluffy earmuffs?" another voice asked walking into the room, "I got a pair too!" He cheerfully pointed to the bright red fluffy earmuffs on his head. Lance Carns was a 5th year and one of the greatest beaters James had ever seen. He used to be a super lanky kid, all bones no meat, until this year when he came to school after spending all summer working out. His muscles were now huge, and to think he was a good beater last year. James knew he was going to be an even better addition to the team this year. Lance also used to be super clumsy before the size of his body caught up to the size of his feet halfway through 4th year. Now his, once pure blonde hair, laid in a sandy mop on top of his 6-foot tall body. Potter being only 5'8" and Sirius only 5'9" meant that Lance towered over everyone in that room, well everyone but one person.

"Sorry, Potter," said Arrow Carns his 6'2" stature entering the room behind his brother. "Tried to get him to take it off, but he wouldn't listen. I think he put a sticking charm on it too so I can't rip it off him either." Arrow was a year younger, but his face was almost a spitting image of his older brother. Where Lance built his muscles over the summer, Arrow finally caught up in height. His body was oddly proportionate everywhere now, his arms extra strong from all the practicing he did over the summer. He had worked hard for his position on the team and was ready to prove himself after not making the team the year before.