High in the Sky || Frank and Marlene
Marlene watched with mild revulsion as Frank expelled the contents of his stomach. It wasn’t the first time she’d witnessed such a thing, and she was certain it wouldn’t be the last. The Quidditch final was fast approaching, and James had booked the pitch for every available opening. Her own stomach was cramped, and her muscles were screaming in protest.
The blonde waved her wand, Vanishing the mess from the grass before collapsing backward. To her tired, aching body, the field was as comfortable as her bed. “I’m not sure I’m able to be up for anything right now,” she replied honestly. Her hands throbbed as proof from where she’d been gripping the handle of her broomstick for too many hours. She turned her head to him lazily. She and Frank had developed a routine after years of grueling practice, and she always looked forward to the moment she could dismount her broom and vent to her friend. They were each others’ confidantes, and James was more often than not the subject of their complaints.
Frank stretched his tired arms and legs, then closed his eyes as the breeze offered him some brief relief from his soreness. He and Marlene lay there on the pitch as the rest of the team dragged their tired bodies off of the field, James sprinting in front of them.
He’d almost fallen asleep when an excellent idea came to him. “I have some herb up in my room. Want to get a bit silly?” Frank turned his head to Marlene, a mad grin spread across his face. He pinched his fingers together and raised an imaginary joint to his lips before mimicking a deep inhale. “We can eat all of James’s chocolates when we’re done, that should piss him off.” Frank chuckled and gave Marlene a poke in the side for good measure.
