𝙰 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚈𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚕

✩ Sirius ✩

Sirius can let all his emotions drift to the back of his mind when he's on his broom. He feels free and without worry. He gets bored when James is coaching some of the younger members of the team so he flies around pulling tricks and crazy dives with Marlene on his tail.

Their laughter echoes around the stands as they pull out of a dive. His heart races and his cheeks are flushed with adrenaline and he flies over the stands, seeing a familiar head of golden locks. He freezes to his broom and glances at James who is looking up at Lily. Remus is watching him.

Shit.

He looks down at James again who meets his eyes at the same time and mouths something: now.

Sirius shakes his head. He knows he has to act as normal as possible so pulls a dangerous move. When he comes out of a spin, he looks at Remus who is standing now, his mouth open and eyes wide in shock or terror.

"You frightened me!" He shouts up at him.

Sirius feels his stomach do a trick like he just performed and doesn't know what to do.

Remus was worried about him. Frightened for him!

Sirius remembers he's still staring so flashes him a grin and flies to the ground and stands beside James.

"No," James says sternly as soon as Sirius' feet touch the ground. "Get the fuck back up there and ask him."

"I can't James- I just... freeze."

James just shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "Then it's gonna get closer and closer to the ball- three days- and he's not gonna know."

"I know! I know..." Sirius throws his hands up and sighs. "I just can't do it. I don't know why." He huffs and glances up at Remus who is chattering to Lily. "Something about him just makes me..."

James shoves him and he almost loses his balance. "Why d'you do that!?"

James is laughing, "because you just got... I don't know- lost in Remus."

Sirius huffs again. "Are we gonna do practice?"

"As long as you don't fall off your broom then yes."

✩ ☽

After Sirius goes to the changing rooms with James, everyone else goes back to the castle for their much-needed breakfast, and he's talking to him about Remus.

"But James I can't talk! I just can't get words out!"

James is in hysterics, his glasses steaming up from tears streaming down his face. "Only Remus could get Sirius Hardcore-Punk-Rock Black to completely freeze."

Sirius rubs a towel through his hair and flattens it down, letting the damp ends fall to his shoulders. "He even came to watch."

"I know, you've told me fifty times."

Sirius throws the towel down in frustration. "I even saw him shirtless Prongsie!" He whines.

"I knowww..."

"And his leg touched mine..."

"I know. Are you done yet?"

Sirius throws his sweaty Quidditch jersey at James, knocking his glasses off.

"HEY!" James peels the jumper off, pulling a face in disgust. "You stink."

"No worse than you."