"GO, JAMES, GO!!! THE SNITCH IS RIGHT THERE!" roared his boyfriend loudly from the sidelines. This Quidditch match would determine the margin set for the Quidditch Cup, as this was the 2nd last match for the school year.
"WHY IN MERLIN'S PANTS WOULD YOU SUPPORT ME OVER YOUR BROTHER?" Yelled James towards Sirius, although he probably couldn't hear James. The elusive snitch had escaped again, leaving James and Regulus Black in exasperation, Gryffindor's and Slytherin's score equally matched. The seeker who caught the snitch would break the tie and bring glory to their house.
"And...SLYTHERIN SCORE!" A spiritedly third year----Parry Hotter shouted.
James hated that idiot. Hufflepuffs were all loud baboons. Wait... James thought. Aren't I one too? Oh well. He focused on finding the snitch instead, trying to ignore the sonorused voice of Parry Hotter and his distracting thoughts. The wind whipped into his hair, rumpling it spectacularly. Even though he was with Sirius now, he couldn't help hoping Lily Evans was watching him.
Suddenly, he felt something tug at his broom. With a sneer on his face, Regulus Black pulled harder, nearly causing James to fall off his broom. One leg dangling precariously off the broomstick, James willed his Nimbus 1500 to go faster and tried to regain his balance while-
There! The snitch! James made an extremely dangerous risk, jumping off his broomstick and making a grab for the snitch. (A/N: The GIF below describes me when I wrote in James doing it, so please comment on this story if you had the same reaction as me ^-^)
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As soon as his fingers wrapped around the snitch, gravity began to take hold. Free-falling from about a hundred feet, how fun! Hooray. James was embracing the probability of imminent death or two months with Madam Pomfrey.
Death sounded better.
As he braced himself for the impact, his broom was suddenly underneath him, breaking his fall. Unfortunately, the handle hit him where the sun don't shine. (A/N: Yes, you dirty minded people, that is the place) James saw Remus pointing his wand at James, sweat trickling down his face in concentration as he did a non-verbal spell.
James's hazy mind could make out the cheers of Gryffindors and boos of Slytherin. Staggering towards the other Marauders, James mustered enough energy to ask, "We've...won?"
Then, he passed out in Sirius'arms.
A/N: Hi there! uH oK this chapter was just a filler before the main event (next chapter y'all!) I hope you didn't find it too shitty and I really would like constructive feedback but not hate comments. 😄
A/N 2: I apologise for how insane my writing partner is (cough cough Parry Hotter)... oh well. Don't flame; if you do, I have a few spells that are totally not unforgivable for you; if you don't, have some blue cookies!
