Charm (J.P)

Part One- Tryouts

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There was only one thought that ran through my mind, as I stood on the overgrown quidditch field. And that though was what the fuck am I doing here?

I had only played quidditch once in my life, and it was when I was forced to go to the Potters house for lunch.

That ended in me falling off a broom, which was thirty feet up in the air.

I broke a couple bones.

Since then, I had not seen the Potter house, or heard Euphemia and Fleamonts voice.

Which was actually quite sad, since I considered them to basically be my parents.

And even worse, I had not spoken to my old best friend, James Potter since then.

Who, coincidentally, was running these tryouts.

I stood with Sarii, who was on the team in her earlier years.

"It'll be amazing, JP," Sarii pleaded with me, using my nickname as some sort of leverage.

"Sarii, the first and last time I was on a broom, I fell off and broke three bones," I replied. "This is not going to end well!"

I heard some shuffling from behind me, and turned at the sound of a chuckle.

"Oh lord, I remember that like it was yesterday," James Potters voice laughed from above me.

In all of his (apparent) glory, he was standing in his gold and red quidditch robes with a large C planted on them.

His curly and unruly brown locks waved around in the wind, and his dark skin shined in the light.

While I was rather tall, coming in at 5"10, James was a good 3-4 inches taller.

"James," I said calmly. "Been a while."

"Yes it has, yes it has," he smiled, "I expected Sarii to be here, but definitely not you, Flynn."

"That's what I tried to tell her-" I started, turning in mock anger towards her.

"No, no, none of that from you," she said, shutting me down and standing beside me. "James, nice to see you again. Happy you've been made Captain."

He nodded in thanks, flashing her a quick grin, before stepping away from us.

The tryout crowd has thickened greatly, and I saw everyone from small 1st years, to burly and intimidating 7th years.

The grounds were wet with dew that still lingered in the early morning air, but the sky was bright and clear.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen," James voice boomed from the front of the crowd, "and everyone in between." He paused for effect. "Welcome to the Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts. I'm your captain, James Potter, and I'm happy to..."

I zoned out halfway through.

Speeches were just so boring, even from someone as captivating as Potter.

Captivating? Why would he be captivating?

Normally, I never even thought about James Potter.

Sure, I heard about his pranks, and his legacy. I went to his birthday parties, and sometimes even danced beside him.

Me and Remus are good friends, so I often hang out with him and sometimes talk to the rest of the Marauders.

But it's just casual.

After the conversations, after the sweaty jumping, it was over.

But since Sarii had pulled me into this random sport (which is so stupid if you think about it). I had been thinking non stop about him.

Maybe it's just cause he's Captain.

Right?

"Now is everyone ready to fly?!" I heard his voice yell, as cheers erupted around me.

Okay, it's only an hour long. You can do this. Just don't die.

But isn't that everyone's last words?