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𝕾carlette huffs, tugging the hem of the red jersey down and hugging her coat tighter to herself, despite keeping a keen eye on a certain lion weaving across the quidditch pitch with his bun secured at the back of his head and loose strands framing his windburned face.
"Such a bloody idiot" She mutters, spying when he hovered on his broom and roared fiercely like a lion when Gryffindor sported another 10 points against Ravenclaw.
"You're telling me, I have the great pleasure of sharing his name" Regulus grunted irritably, hiding his face in the thermos of hot chocolate, Peter leaning forward from hearing the conversation, saying cheekily,
"You won't be the only one soon"
"Thinking of popping the question to Pads, Wormy? The Pettigrew-Blacks?" Remus snickers, reaching and ruffling his hair with a mischievous grin when he flushed, correcting,
"Shut it, Moony, I meant Scar!"
Scarlette grumbled incoherent words, keeping her eyes focused on the match as the boy flew closer, easily hitting a bludger away with his bat, sending her a flirty wink and blowing her a kiss, much to the disappointment of his fan club nearby.
"Turn that frown upside down, love! I'm winning this for you!" James called over as he hovered near Sirius for a moment, pointing an accusing finger to Regulus, the tousled haired boy growing more flustered and drinking some more of the hot chocolate to hide his face,
"Easy Reg, we're all sharing that!" I cried, his eyebrows arching, wiping his mouth and passing it into my mitten clad hands, grinning slightly,
"Forgive me, Willow, I forgot you and him were absolute chocoholics"
"Yes, well do try hard to remember" I nodded with a smile, sipping the thermos and passing it to Remus besides me to take a sip, the smooth chocolatey taste dancing on my tongue as I fleeted it over my lips, leaning forward in our formed line, calling kindly, "Dorcas would you like something from the bag?"
"We've got chocolate frogs, liquorice wands, sugar quills, Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans, honeydukes chocolate— you'll have to fight for that though with those two— acid pops, pumpkin pasties and lemon drops" Scarlette listed, rooting through our designated quidditch bag, and looking to the Ravenclaw inquisitively as she blinked, coughing quietly and nodding,
"Er— just a chocolate frog, please"
"Good choice!" Peter opined, stealing a sugar quill for himself and eagerly beginning to suck on it, whilst returning his eyes back to the quidditch game, Lily whining,
"Can he catch the snitch already? It's bloody freezing!"
Regulus began to open his mouth to retort something sharp, catching my warning eyes and pursing his lips, reaching for the warm beverage again from Remus to drown his annoyance in a tasty wonder. Chocolate makes everything better.
