on the pitch || m & j
flyingstagâ:
James slung an arm over her shoulders to hang off her. âDonât sound proud. Are you quite alright?â he asked, smiling a little, the hints of teasing her for the way she responded so amicably. It felt a little off, but who was he to enforce feelings or play witch doctor. He didnât know the first thing about love potions. âI donât think Iâve seen you hesitate like that in some time.â
âStill, Sirius is all around a good pick. I guess Iâm proud of you, too, cousin.â he smirked like a fox.
âTopic change, thank Dumbledoreâs fuzzy left sock.â he murmured, flashing a bright smile as they entered the Great Hall for an early lunch. His hand moved to stroke at his sharp chin for a moment or two. âHmm, I believe I once saw him try to force his way into the prefect dorms because he couldnât sleep with those beneath his status.â James spoke in a mocking tone when impersonating the other wizard. âAnd that was just his second year. I think heâs worse now. Full of himself, doesnât let others get a word in. The worst pair for Li-Lionâs⊠House.â he recovered pathetically, fumbling on the name of their house while trying to hide the fact he was about to say Lily.
âI am alright.â She tried to say it definitely, but something in the warmth that was spreading onto her cheeks told her otherwise. Hesitating was a word to describe it. Her big eyes probably alerted her cousin to it, all she needed was a luminious âbingoâ sign and an arrow pointing directly at her noggin. âI donât think thereâs any picking of the sort.â
In all honesty Marlene hadnât seen Sirius in some time. It had always been an odd, unspoken thing between the two. She determined once on a sleepless night that the stammer in her heart beat and her increased fidgeting was all too well due to the copious amounts of coffee she drank and definitely, absolutely, did not have anything to do with Sirius Black. Sheâd blinked back to the moment at hand- glad that heâd changed the subject.
âHe once told me that heâd definitely seen my brother wearing the same clothes as me. For a Ravenclaw he doesnât really seem to have two proper braincells to run together.â Her grin grew at his stumble of words. âWell... have you been finding any... reasonable pairs? Iâm sure Aunty will tell me the next time I see her, but Iâd like to hear it from the Lionâs mouth himself.â












