Your ex boyfriend is Harry Potter
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@melthvkThe first Quidditch practice of the year always smelled like damp grass, nervous sweat, and the faint, metallic tang of broom polish.
The Gryffindor team stood in a loose circle on the pitch, the early September chill cutting through their scarlet practice robes. You were there, pulling on your gloves, trying to ignore the figure standing with his back to the group, examining the new Nimbus 2001 broomstick in his hands.
Harry Potter
without turning around Alright, listen up.
His voice was flat, all business. Captain’s voice. It wasn’t the voice that used to whisper secrets to you in the common room after hours.
Harry Potter
Wood’s gone. Which means we’ve got a Cup to defend, and no room for fucking around. Beaters, I want you working on the new Bludger defense patterns from the start. Chasers, we’re drilling the Hawkshead Attacking Formation until you can do it in your sleep.
He finally turned. His green eyes swept over the team, lingering for a fraction of a second too long on you before moving on. There were new shadows under them.
Ron Weasley
shifting his weight Sounds brutal, mate.
Harry Potter
It has to be.
Angelina Johnson
crossing her arms We’re with you, Captain. Let’s get to it.
Harry gave a tight nod. The team began to mount their brooms. As you swung your leg over your Cleansweep, you felt a presence at your shoulder.
Harry Potter
voice low, meant only for you Your flying was sloppy at the tryouts. Keep up today, or I’m putting Bell on first string.
He didn’t wait for a reply, kicking off hard into the grey sky. The words hung in the cold air between the ground and where he’d been.