suffragette city// sirius x reader

Chapter 9- Putting Out Fire

This probably doesn't need a TW but gory things and knives ahead :)

'I know.'

'With a better broom our team would be unstoppable!'

'I know.'

'Just think-'

'Sirius! I know!' Y/N finally yelled, the wind whipping the hair into her face as she scratched absentmindedly at her palms, 'But I don't exactly have the cash to get a better broom, right now, believe me I would if I could. I didn't even have a broom before I got here, much less a Comet 240.'

James looked at his broom adoringly.

'You don't even need to get anything fancy.'

Sirius kicked off the ground on his shiny Nimbus 1700.

'Anything's better than the Shooting Star. That thing came out in 1955, why do we still have it in the broom closet?'

'I don't know.' Y/N kicked off. Wrapping her legs around the broom and twirling up to the sky in an oddly dragon-like way.

'Wanna play Clip?' Sirius suggested.

'Ooh yeah!'

'Hm? What's Clip?' Y/N asked.

'Oh it's this game we made in our first year. It's really fun.' James said, vaguely.

'Sounds good, wanna explain?'

'Yep, Sirius, have you got the knives?'

'aYE-' Y/N yelped.

'Right here.' Sirius took three swiss army knives out of his pocket and tossed them to the other two. Y/N snatched it out from the air, grinning.

'So what're the knives for?' she asked.
'Clip is basically tag, except you clip the end of the broom with a knife and you have to have the tail twig at the end to prove your win.' James explained.

'And the losers have to hang from the goals upside down by their ankles for an hour.' Sirius added.

'Okay, that last bit- You know what, let's play.'

*

She fingered the knife as she waited in her starting position.

'Three... Two... One... Fire!'

The three of them yelled incendio and dived. Y/N flipped open her knife and flew forward in the dark, the only light being the glow that came from the castle windows. She felt something move behind her and she whipped around and pursued chase. She loved flying. The way the night air brushed through her hair and how weightless she felt. Like a bird. She reached forward, her knife brushing through the tail of the broomstick in front of her. James or Sirius dived and so did she. Closer. Just a little bit closer and... and... The twig fell into her hand.

'Got it!' James and Y/N said at the same time.

Y/N swivelled around to see James behind her, holding a twig from the Shooting Star. She cursed but lifted the twig from Sirius' broom.

'And whose Comet 240 is missing no twigs?' James asked, smugly.

'Screw you, James.' Sirius groaned.

Y/N sighed and she flew to the hoop after the guys.

James rubbed his hands together somewhat manically and lined the two next to each other. With their backs next to the hoop.

'Ready?'

'If i say no will it change anyth-'

'Levicorpus.'