Chapter four: Quidditch
September 11th, 1975
It had taken the three days since Abellina had spoken to the boys but she had finally sent a letter to Dorea Potter explaining her situation- decided it best to avoid the Balcks after Sirius's very emphatic refusal and impassioned explanation about their level of, as he so eloquently put it, bastardising death eateryness- causing Abellina to point out that death eateryness wasn't actually a word.
Abellina walked onto the quidditch pitch with her broom in hand and gym clothes on much to the amusement of a certain James Potter who was unable to contain his roar of laughter as she walked over.
"You've got to be kidding me Avery!" He chuckled, slapping her heartily on the back.
"And why is that?" She replied haughtily, jutting out her chin in her best impression of Lucius' fiance- Narcissa which only caused James to laugh harder.
"I never pegged you as a quidditch player!" He wore a stupid lopsided smirk across his face as he looked down at her mockingly. She was just too tiny for any other position except seeker and that was already taken by some 4th year boy.
"And I never pegged you as straight but there we go! I suppose life throws surprises at all of us." She ignored the shocked expression on James's face and continued on in her trademark mix of sarcasm, sass and mirth. "Aren't you looking lovely today." She remarked, giving him the up and down which caused his cheeks to go red.
"If you make the team you'll be wearing these too!" He blurted in indignation, looking down at his mud-stained robes and tugging on the shirt to show the numder 7.
"When, Potter, not if...and besides- I was talking about your face." Abellina replied just as casually as if she'd been talking about the weather and crossed her arms across her chest as if daring him to challenge her.
"Oi!"
"Nice one Avery!" Sirius came up from behined, making her jump about a foot- even when she jumped she was still about an inch shorter than him- casually wrapped an arm around her which made the height differance even more pronounced as Abellina pulled a face of disgust, lifting his arm off her shoulders and dropping it so it fell by his side. He pulled an expression of mock hurt at her before clutching at where his heart should be. "I'm dying!" He yelled in a raspy voice, sinking to the ground and faking an incredily over-exaggerated, over-dramatised spasm
"Gerrof! I don't want your wierd-ass one armed hugs." She grumbled, pouting- in that moment she looked particularly like a stroppy three-year-old and James just couldn't help but laugh at her, running a hand through his hair.
"Look at her! She's so adorable- like a little tiny fairy!" He chuckled, reaching over and messing up her hair so that she stomped on his foot hard enough for him to wince in pain.
"Ah!"
"Fairy?" Abellina raised an eyebrow skeptically, casually picking up the beaters bat behined her and swinging it over her shoulder before looking up to meet his gaze
"Hmm...maybe more like a goblin..." After getting frustrated with the lack of attention Sirius had stood up and tried to pull off the whole 'mock thinking' thing as he scratched his chin, looking at her analytically before giving a short, sharp nod in her direction followed by a wink. "Definitly a goblin" He confirmed.
"You want a broken shin?" She swung the bat off her shoulder and stood in the perfect position to swing it at his leg, cracking the bone in half which made him wince before slowly edging away to the stands where Peter was sitting.
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Fanfiction"James Potter" He wiped his hand on his robes before holding it out to her, his cockiness almost infectious as Abellina took it tightly, smirking back at him.- and that's where it all started, a simple coincidence led to the story of a life time.
