𝙼𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚊. || ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ! ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ

06|| Eat dirt

"Come on ma belle! Don't tell me you've forgotten how to play?" A French boy with a bright smile that could only compare to that of the sun teased as he flew away on his broom, the wind rushing through his hair as he made his way toward the goal on the other side of the pitch

Y/n sighed but wasted no time to fly after the boy who held the quaffle

'I was really hoping to have a quiet morning today...'

The h/c haired girl shook her head rapidly

'but recently, I feel like the presence of a lot of people has been looming over me! I don't want to risk any more awkward interactions!'

Y/n looked at Issac who was quite a bit ahead of her, her features softening when she saw how genuinely happy he looked while playing the sport, the way his eyes crinkled in the corners and the grin that adorned his face while being hit by the first rays of morning light

'besides, Issac's been looking more tired recently. If it means making him smile like that, I wouldn't mind sacrificing my peaceful morning'

The girl closed her eyes and let out a steady breath before she smiled just as brightly as the boy, feeling the adrenaline pump through her veins as she tightened her grip on the broom

Issac turned to look at the girl behind him, but scrunched his eyebrows when he found she wasn't there

'huh?'

"If you keep looking behind, I'll get ahead."

Issac's eyes widened as he looked up and saw the girl hanging upside down, the tips of her hair barely grazing his curly locks as her legs wrapped around her broom to keep herself from falling

"That looks heavy. Here, let me take it for you!" She spoke with a charming grin as she easily stole the quaffle from his grasp, causing the boy's eyes to widen

"H-huh, wait-" Issac blinked in realization as he tried to comprehend the female's actions. The way his neck blazed red and his heart thundered in his ribcage- he knew that wasn't just the adrenaline of the intense quidditch game. Unfortunately for the star, by the time he had collected himself it was already too late

"See ya," Y/n waved teasingly before she abruptly fell, like the magic in her broom suddenly disappeared. Issac immediately turned the direction of his broom and flew after her, but the rate she was dropping was too fast for anyone to catch up. His eyes widened as he noticed that the girl wasn't flying up- his hazel hues filling with sudden fear. If she kept falling at this rate, she wouldn't be able to gain control of her broom in time to stop herself from crashing to the ground

"Y/n! Fly up!!" He shouted at the e/c eyed girl, but she simply looked up at him and flashed another one of her radiant grins

Mere seconds before she'd hit the ground, she spun her broom at an unbelievable speed and swung herself up, her feet barely grazing the grass as she shot like a pistol into the misty sky. Within a split second her body was aligned with the goalpost, and with no hesitation she jumped off her broom, hurling the quaffle into the goalpost. Despite being at least 50 meters away from the post, the perfect accuracy she shot it straight to the net, a loud swoosh ringing through the pitch as it passed through the goal

As the h/c haired girl fell to the ground (because #gravity 🤪), she grabbed onto her broomstick and swung herself up, securing herself onto the carefully carved stick

Her focused eyes cleared of the flame that took over her and beamed brightly once more, 

'I did it!! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ'