Blue Haired Love: A Teddy and Victoire Fic

Chapter Eleven

November 14th, 2015; 3:12: p.m.

"Ow! Teddy, that was on bloody purpose!"James rubbed the part of his left arm where Teddy had tossed the quaffle at him. 

"It was not," Teddy picked the quaffle up from the ground, "you just can't catch. It's a good thing we're practicing today." 

Nobody was using the Quidditch pitch today, and Teddy hadn't seen James all year. They had arranged to meet today to practice Quidditch together. James wanted to be a chaser for Gryffindor, and Teddy was the keeper for Hufflepuff.

"Get a broom from the closet, " Teddy tossed James the keys. Teddy had his own Firebolt 530 that Harry got for him when he was fourteen; continuing the tradition of godfathers giving godsons brooms third year. James would get his own broom at fourteen as well.

"Just let me ride your broom," James whined.

"Come on, we've only got this place till 4:45. You're wasting time."

"Twat," James muttered his breath as he made his way to the broom closet. 

Two minutes later James staggered out holding an old Comet Two Ninety. Of course, the Comet's 0 to 60 in ten seconds is nothing compared to Teddy's Firebolt's 0 to 80 in ten seconds, but it would be alright for practice. 

"Ok, let's get in the air."

"I know how to play fucking Quidditch, Teddy," James grumbled.

Teddy raised an eyebrow. "Someone's got an attitude."

"I do not."  

"Little Jimmy James is turning into an angsty little shit."

"Stop it." 

"Ahh," Teddy ruffled James's hair. He still barely reached Teddy's waist. "Don't worry about it. Everyone's a little emo at some point." 

James and Teddy flew up into the air. Teddy tossed the quaffle to James and flew up next to the goalposts. James flew away and lunged the quaffle at the hoops. Teddy barely needed to reach to catch the ball with one arm. 

"Use more force," he tossed it back at James. 

James tossed the quaffle again with more force, but it hit the bottom of one of the hoops and went spiraling down to the floor. He swore under his breath and flew down to retrieve it. 

Teddy waited patiently for James; thinking (and cringing) about back when he was a first year. Was he also that moody? Twelve-year-olds were the demons of the planet. 

James took a deep breath and lunged the quaffle back at the goalposts. Teddy flew towards the quaffle and barely blocked with the tips of his fingers. "Ouch," Teddy rubbed his hand, "but better."

5:00 p.m.

Teddy brought out the bottles of water as he and James sat down on the bleachers after practice. James had really improved in the course of a little over an hour. By the last twenty minutes, James had tossed Teddy about one-hundred more throws and made about seventy. He had potential; Teddy figured he'd be Gryffindor captain by his fifth year. Both boys were covered in sweat.

"You did well, mate." Teddy said.

"So did you," James replied, "I mean, you're always good."

"Thanks," Teddy said, "but remember, I'm five years older than you. You have time." Teddy took a large gulp of water then wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "How's Hogwarts?"

"I like it," James shrugged, "it's still school. Coursework's shit."

"Coursework is shit," Teddy agreed, "how are friends?"