[✓ ] love, me. ❥ james potter

20 of january, 1977

dear red,

i already told you i'm not giving up.
so,
i guess you're just going to have to deal with it, love.

love, a boy who wants you more than anything.

p.s. please try not to break another arm in tomorrow's match?

~~~

this was it.

the inter-house cup championship game was going to happen today.

gryffindor vs slytherin.

even though gryffindor had beaten slytherin in the first match of the year, slytherin had completely flattened hufflepuff in their previous match, allowing them to catch up with enough house points to advance to the championship game.

but the lions were undefeated, and they didn't plan on losing today.

"alright you lot, i don't know about you, but I don't want a repeat of what happened last year." james spoke, unnaturally serious for once, while everyone shivered at the memory of slytherin crushing them like a beetle in potions, which resulted in the slytherins getting to put the house cup in professor slughorn's office...

mcgonogall was not very happy to say the least.

"now, i have complete confidence in every single one of you. i know that we are better than those ruddy slytherins. i know it. we have the best damn set of beaters i've ever seen. not even ludo bagman could wack a bludger like you two!" james spoke toward sirius and diana, the two beaters of gryffindor.

"awe stop it prongsie! you're making me blush." sirius responded and everyone laughed before james continued,

"our chaser's are the best of the best, no arguing that." james referee to marlene, monica, and himself, and it was true. the gryffindor chasers were the best anyone had seen in years.

"and don't even get me started on our keeper... desmond wood you are gonna go pro, mate." james spoke to desmond.

"and our seeker... could we even ask for a better one? rose evans is the most talented bloody seeker i've ever seen. i don't know how she does it." james fondly rambled about how great of a seeker rose was before she cut him off with a roll of her eyes

"quit kissing my ass and let's go win this match." she said before walking out of the dressing room, broom in hand and quidditch robes on.

"and the score is 180 slytherin to 140 gryffindor..." henry jordan commentated dejectedly.

everyone groaned as slytherin shot another goal and made it past desmond. well, all except for the fellow slytherins who jumped up and cheered, their flags waving proudly above their heads.

"make that 190. james potter calls for a timeout. let's hope he gets everyone's heads out of their asses."

"JORDAN!"

"sorry professor."

"alright, what the bloody hell in going on with you wood? you look like you've been confunded!" james spoke angrily.

"i don... i um, i don't know." desmond stuttered our slowly.

"oh my godric. he really has been confunded." sirius spoke in complete awe of the situation.

"we've gotta tell madam hooch-" monica began before rose cut her off,

"no, that takes far too long. they're going to have to review the situation and cancel the match. i want that cup back in mcgonogall's office. get the quaffle if a slytherin has it. don't let them get into scoring position. i'll catch the snitch. i am not losing to slytherin again." rose spoke out the plan while james just stared at her, along with everyone else.

"uh... yeah, yeah. sounds good." james responded when rose turned and looked at him for confirmation.

rose circled above the game, searching for the snitch while lucius malfoy tailed her, once again. she couldn't use the wronskei feint again, though. he would be expecting it.

as james scored another goal, rose saw the golden flash of the snitch and took off after it, malfoy not far behind.

"rose evans has seen the snitch and is hot in it's tail!" henry exclaimed.

rose pushed after the snitch; her and lucius were side-by-side, shoulders bumping at the close proximity.

lucius had the advantage. he was slightly closer to the glittering gold ball than rose was. so she did the only thing she could think of to catch this snitch and win the game:

she jumped.

her fingers enclosed around the snitch, and she began to fall, in slow motion it seemed.

just before she hit the ground, james had swooped in and caught her. before either of them could say anything, rose held her hand in front of his face. his eyes landed on the snitch and he stopped. rose thrusted her first in the air and the crowd erupted into cheers.

"EVANS HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS THE HOUSE CUP!"

adrenaline pumping, rose did the one thing she had always wanted to do.

she kissed james potter.