The Chaser and the Artist - Prinxiety [COMPLETED]

Chapter One

Roman twisted and dodged through the air, holding tight to the quaffle. Sweat dripped off his forehead as he leaned forward for more speed as he sped toward the goals. They were currently tied with Slytherin at 90 points each, and the snitch was nowhere to be found. If their Seeker couldn't catch the snitch, the points would decide the winner. Not to mention the actual Quidditch Cup was decided by the total number of points scored by the team, meaning this shot mattered. 

He took a deep breath, diving toward one of the lower rings. The Keeper followed, ready to block any score attempt. Roman smirked, throwing up the quaffle a little and titling down to flip on his broom, knocking it into the highest goal with the end. The Slytherin Keeper gawked as he saluted with a smirk and high-fived his teammates. 

The match continued on, ending with a win for Gryffindor and the points landing at 140 to 100. The snitch had not been caught by either team, but Roman was still proud of himself and his teammates for a great game and a successful win. This was his fourth year playing for the quidditch team, being a fifth year; every match was still as exhilarating as the first. 

"Roman! That shot was incredible!" his friend Daniel, who happened to be one of the Beaters of the team, exclaimed. Roman smiled up at him, considering he was almost an entire foot taller than him. 

"Thanks man!" he said, clapping their hands together. "Nice job out there too!" 

The team captain, a sixth year with fiery red curly hair named Mary, gathered team up and suggested they celebrate with butterbeers. Roman couldn't say no to butterbeer; who could? 

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Virgil took another sip of butterbeer as he drew in his sketchbook. He was lost in thought, his hair a soft blue as his hand absentmindedly moved the pencil across the paper. He looked up as loud voices filled the tavern. Virgil sighed, frowning a little as the Gryffindor quidditch team came barging into the Three Broomsticks. His previously blue bangs shifted to a dull red in annoyance as the fairly quiet tavern was filled with noise. 

He tried his best to ignore them, taking another sip of his butterbeer as he put the finishing touches on a drawing of a hippogriff. He stared at the drawing, head hurting as the yells of the quidditch team hit his ears. 

Letting out a sigh, he closed his sketchbook and finished off the last bit of his butterbeer. Virgil was not planning on hanging around if those Gryffindors were going to ruin the peace that had previously filled the tavern. As he left, Roman glanced at him, his hair catching his eye for a brief second before he had slipped out the door. 

The Gryffindor Chaser looked at the door curiously before shaking his head and turning back to his teammates with a wide smile.

~

"Hey Virgil!" 

The Slytherin artist looked up from his spot under a tree in one of the many courtyards of the school to see his friend Patton. The bouncy Hufflepuff sat down next to him, leaning in to see his drawing. Normally, Virgil would shut the sketchbook and walk away, but Patton was different. He was nice and a good friend, so he didn't mind when he saw his art. 

"Whatcha drawin'?" he asked curiously. The drawings only contained guidelines thus far, leaving him puzzled on what it was. 

Virgil drew a couple more quick lines, starting the actual drawing. "A threstral," he replied softly. Patton nodded, knowing better than to ask the obvious question of what they were and why Virgil could see them and he could not. 

After about ten minutes of quiet back and forth as he drew, the threstral became clear. "You know, those things are kinda freaky," Patton said. "And yet, they're also kinda, beautiful."

Virgil nodded. "I kinda wish I could see them," the Hufflepuff said quietly. "But I know what it means if you can, so I'd feel wrong to want to be able to see them."

Virgil nodded again, his bangs were different shades of blue and black. He'd never forget that night, despite how badly he wanted to... He blinked, remembering where he was and what he was doing. Taking in a sharp breath, he close the sketchbook slowly and stood up. 

"I gotta go, Potions homework," he told Patton who stood up as well. He nodded with an understanding smile. 

"Potions is the WORST!" he said, wrinkling his nose with a playful laugh. "I've got some Charms homework as well, so see ya Virgil!" 

The Hufflepuff started to skip off, waving bubbly at him as he went. Virgil smiled a little. He was thankful to have someone like Patton, specifically because he didn't seem to mind that he was a Slytherin. Not only was he a Slytherin, but he had a naturally bitter look to him and wore all black when not in his robes. It was safe to say the first years were scared of him, but were constantly talking to each other about his hair.  

Virgil sighed, taking a deep breath of the crisp November air before heading for the library to do his dreaded Potions homework.