THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✰THIRTY THREE✰

DRUNK JAMSIE POO'S ABOUT TO MAKE A STUPID DECISION...

TW: MENTIONS OF UNDERAGED DRINKING
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✰ Sirius and James were

inseparable, there was only one

thing that could ever

bring them apart - Regulus ✰

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"Potter speeds past Humphrey Chambers, easily dodging his Bludger, and consists to make his way towards Slytherin Keeper - Bailey Chambers - with the Quaffle in his grip." A small grin made its way on to James' face as he shoved Slytherin's Chaser out of his way. "Potter flies past the entire Slytherin team, leaving them to trail behind him. He releases the Quaffle.....AND SCORES! 10 POINTS TO GRYIFINDDOR!"

The stands erupted into cheers and screams of excitement. James ran a hand through his messy hair and let his usual smirk crawl on to his expression.

"The score is now 50-20 to Gryfinddor! C'mon Slytherin! It seems as though neither of our Seekers have caught sight of the snitch just yet, if Black can find it first, maybe he could bring the win to his team?" The green clad Slytherins cheered whilst the reds groaned.

James blocked out the rest of the commentating as he concentrated on the game. He loved Quidditch, he really did, but today he just...couldn't....enjoy himself? His mind was off somewhere else, he couldn't pay attention properly. Sirius was avoiding him....Sirius never avoided him. So, James had gone through all of the reasons why Sirius might avoid him:

● Regulus

● Reggie

● Reg

● Black

● Regulus

● Did he mention Reggie?

Sirius and James were inseparable, there was only one thing that could ever bring them apart - Regulus. Regu- Black. Black was Sirius' weakness, James supposed that Black had told Padfoot about what had happened. There was no other explanation (from what he could think of).

"Potter! Pay attention, will you?" Marlene yelled, whacking a Bludger away from him. "Almost got you in the face, you idiot!"

"Sorry, sorry!" He shouted over the immensely loud noise coming from the onlookers. She flew off after the speeding ball and James used the back of his arm to wipe some sweat off of his forehead. He scanned the field for the Quaffle, but his eyes stopped as they landed on the Slytherin Seeker. Black was very concentrated, unlike James, and was completely focused on what he was doing.

James watched the way he looked down upon the whole pitch, eyeing the empty air for the golden Snitch. It was rather attractive, actually. Fuck! He mentally smacked himself around the head. No.

"OH MY FUCKING MERLIN!" Milo screeched from his place in the top box.

"MR BENNET!"

"SORRY PROFESSOR, BUT THIS IS BLOODY IMPORTANT! PLEASE STOP GLARING, PROFESSOR, I'M TRYING TO PAY ATTENTION HERE! IT SEEMS AS IF GRYFINDDOR SEEKER, PHOEBE DAWSON, HAS SPOTTED THE SNITCH! SHE'S FLYING RIGHT OVER TO THE LEFT HAND SIDE OF THE PITCH, WILL BLACK BE ABLE TO CATCH UP IN TIME?" Cheers. More cheers. Even more cheers. James' fingers gripped tighter around his broom in attempt to control his anger. He'd lost all focus of on the game and had missed half of the action.