Prima Donna | Sirius Black Fanfiction

Hogsmeade

"Ready for a brilliant day?" James asked as Scarlett and I stumbled down to the quidditch pitch.

"Piss off Potter." Scarlett grumbled. It was barely light outside and the clocks had only just ticked over five thirty in the morning. While most of the school was still asleep, James Potter had probably already run a couple laps of the quidditch pitch and solved the mystery of time.

"Morning." I mumbled failing to mimic his enthusiastic spirit, collapsing beside him. With the first game against Ravenclaw only just around the corner, Jacob had us training morning and night. There was honestly no place I'd rather be than in ten degree weather, huddled in the changerooms pretending to listen (or in my case sound asleep on James's shoulder) to Jacob Wood, our quidditch captain, talk animatedly about different intricate quidditch tactics. 

"Alright let's see what you've got." Jacob said. There were several groans and slowly the team awoke from their trance.

"Come on kiddo." James said. He nudged me but I jammed my eyes shut. There was no way anybody was going to get me out into that weather.

"Yep! James back if you need! JAMES!" I cried. Ok, so I lied about not getting out into the night (now morning) sky. But it was quidditch! Who could resist a little of that!

The ball came flying my way and I caught it just before it went over my head.

"DIVE! MENINGSKIE FLIP!!!" Jacob was screeching from the sidelines. I bit my lip, I had never done a meningskie flip before and neither had James, it was very advanced quidditch.

"FLIP! GO GO! YOUR RUNNING OUT OF TIME!" Jacob was becoming hysterical. Out if the corner of my eye I could see James, hovering on his broom, ready waiting for me to dive. He flung his arms indicating for me to dive. I clenched my teeth and let my broom plummet towards the ground. The grass was rapidly getting closer but there was no sign of James. He was supposed to come under me and take the quaffle off me before flipping back around. But he wasn't there. I was getting closer and closer. I could almost touch the grass.

OOFPPHH!!! I collided with a broom and somebodies body landed right on top of me. the impact threw me off my broom and I buckled as I landed on the grass. I was sandwiched between the body and the grass.

"JAMES!' I gasped for air. "You're supposed to catch the quaffle not me!" I said watching as the the quaffle rolled onto the ground.

"Sorry," He groaned. We sat up and brushed the grass off our elbows. "It's a lot harder than it looks." He muttered fixing his lopsided glasses. The rest of the team were still on their brooms.

"AGAIN! AGAIN!" Jacob cried. He tapped his watch, it was almost six thirty meaning we still had half an hour more worth of training.

"There is no way I am doing that again!" I said and James agreed. Yet somehow, we went through it four more times, each getting progressively more lethal until Jacob realised that if we did it one more time we would definitely both end up in the hospital wing.

"Merlin, with all your marauding I would've thought you'd be more agile." I said in the change rooms as we nursed our gravel-laden wounds.

"What did you say?" James paled knocking over his water bottle. Water spilled across his fresh school clothes, soaking the white shirt and black pants.

"You heard me." I attempted a grin but winced at the graze across my cheek.

"How do you know about that?" He shoved his glasses on so he could see my smug facial expression. He peered at me in shock through his lopsided glasses. I couldn't hold my laughter anymore at the fear on the poor boy's face.