"Oh no.." Remus watched gravely as Sirius was shoved out of the sky.
Today's Quidditch match was more intense than usual. It being the 7th year's last game and Remembering the prank James pulled off on the Ravenclaws last week, the team in blue were out for blood. Remus knows he can't put Sirius' fall as foul play, the Ravenclaws are smart enough to know regulation loopholes.
(I am T I R E D of making slytherins the antagonists. Slytherin does not deserve the bad rep. Only Snape does.)
Unlike the Slytherins who'd blatantly play dirty or the Hufflepuffs who'd rather get revenge by winning the game, Ravenclaws want both. The beaters were purposely targetting James and Sirius as revenge and strategy to win the game. If both of Gryffindor's star players get sent to Poppy, it's a secure win.
Remus has his own tricks up his sleeve. Enhancements of any shape are forbidden but nothing states about protection charms. Having mastered a few spells, he'd sneaked some on to a reluctant Sirius. His boyfriend is stubborn that way; claiming it won't be Quidditch without getting beaten up. Remus is just saving him from the bone regrowing potion.
Sirius almost hit the ground if it weren't for Marlene's quick dive. The Black held on to the edge of her broom before getting dropped off to his own.
Remus must admit. As much as he's watching the games purely for the games, seeing Sirius a little keyed up is... a bonus. From below, he could hear Sirius shout "Accio-fucking-bat !" And he's a simple boy really.
I mean picture this.
Sirius Black, sleeves rolled up to his biceps (the uniform cloak long gone much to McGonagall's dismay), few dirt smudges on his sweaty handsome face (Sirius is one of those people who are pretty cry-ers AND pretty sweat-ers, Remus is still bewildered), his hair up in a hasty ponytail and oh he's cracking his gloved knuckles with that pissed look. The big brown bat flies into Sirius' grip and for a split second, Remus catches a smirk.
Unconsciously, he feels himself following along. A smirky, mad, stuck up Sirius is a good sign. That means the boy's still got enough spunk in him to win the game. Remus was proven right by the Ravenclaw beater who had just got knocked out.
No, seriously, knocked out.
The boy's tooth fell out and so did he. 6 Meters down with a painful crunch later, Poppy and a fuming madam Hooch stomps into the field. While the nurse fusses to get the Ravenclaw boy healed quickly, Madam Hooch sends a spell to Sirius' broom. The beater was brought down to the ground.
"The Gryffindor team's beater will not continue to play. A beater for a beater." She says to the teams floating above.
The audience groans and gasps. James flies down and tries reasoning to Hooch, telling her the Ravenclaws did the same thing to Sirius throughout the game. She knows yet she say that none of their hits were harmful to the point of rendering someone unconscious. Sirius claps James' shoulder defeatedly before stepping off the field.
From the stands, Lily shoots Remus a look.
"Do not make out in the library. I can't keep defending you Remus."
"Well someone had to christen that place." Remus joked.
He slides away just in time to avoid Lily's swat. The werewolf skips steps down the audience towers to find Sirius. A few places popped in his mind, the first being the Quidditch locker room.
Remus finds the oak door easily, thanks to his nightly excursions with the Marauders. He pushed inside to a semi dark room. Old brooms and beater bats casted shadows on the floor. The smell of dust and sweat thick in the air.
