HP: MWPP+L - The 405th Quidditch World Cup
Title: The 405th Quidditch World Cup
Rating: PG
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: The Marauders attend the Quidditch World Cup after seventh year. (PROMPT PICTURE)
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. No copyright infringement intended! Comments, feedback, and constructive criticism are appreciated!
“Can I interest you boys in some buttons to support the Falcons?”
Sirius stopped amidst his stroll and pointed to the badge already pinned to the front of his shirt.
“Already got mine, chap. Thanks, though!”
He turned back around to see James had stopped to wait for him.
“Aye, mate. I’m glad no one has asked us to support the Tornadoes, yet. I’d hex the bugger right out of ‘em.”
James laughed as he ran his hand through his hair, feeling a cool breeze hit his sweaty face. The sun blared down on them as they continued trekking past the little tents set up around them.
“Something tells me that they wouldn’t dare ask you,” he said, smirking as he eyed Sirius’s full Falmouth Falcons gear - all brown except for the blue jeans he sported (“It’d be tacky,” he had said).
“Oi, Remus!” Sirius called, jumping up to see over the heads of a bunch of older wizards walking by.
Remus squinted as he tried to discern who had called his name. James slipped through the crowd and clapped him on the shoulder when he had reached him, Sirius following closely behind.
“Hey Moony, how goes it?”
“Not bad. Peter went to go get some ice cold butterbeer from another vendor.” He pointed at the one that was a few tents behind him and said in a low voice, “Someone jinxed the cooler so it keeps boiling up the drinks. Pretty nasty, everything keeps bubbling up and spilling everywhere.”
They heard a loud bang as a glass bottle exploded and somebody yelled out Protego!, preventing anyone from being pierced by the shattered glass flying through air.
“Merlin…” Peter appeared between James and Sirius, carrying four bottles. “Here… the other booth was bloody busy…” They each took theirs and thanked him.
“Hey, where’s your tent, Pete?” Sirius asked, as he popped the cap off.
“Over in the west-end. You guys need to come; I need to show you the new miniature broom a booth was selling earlier this morning. They’re already all sold out. I was lucky enough to get one before they were all gone.”
As they traipsed over to Peter’s tent, James spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Thank Merlin for peripheral vision, he thought.
“Hey, Lily!”
Lily broke away from her group of friends when she had spotted him.
“Hi,” she said, grinning at him, her hands in her pockets.
“Um…you mind following me somewhere?” James asked, eyeing her tentatively. Lily crinkled her brow but nodded.
“Yeah, sure.”
He took her arm, pulling out her hand, and held onto it before he led her away to a quieter area. Tents surrounded them as they continued walking, the roaring noise of the bumbling crowd fading out behind them.
When they had reached the far side of the north wing where only tents could be found, James tugged her lightly, pulling her behind a blue, waist-high tent. The area was quiet, as most people had gone to the main vendor area for the day. Lily was about to ask what they were doing there when James wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, kissing her.
Her laugh was muffled against his lips before she pulled back to look at him. “Your glasses are in the way,” she said quietly. James grinned as she moved her hands up to take them off, slipping them into her back pocket. “That’s better,” she commented.
James released one of his arms from her waist and raised it to tilt her hat so that the sun shone on her face. Her green eyes glistened when he looked into them. “No, that’s better,” he grinned, staring briefly at the freckles splashed over her nose before kissing her again, more lovingly as each second passed, and Lily raised her hand, pressing against his ear and the side of his neck.
When they had pulled apart for air, James looked at her. “How was your morning?”
“Better now,” she said breathlessly, but grinned up at him again. “I saw Peter earlier and he hounded me for not wearing Falcon colours, but I told him it would’ve clashed with my hair.”
“Any colour looks good on you,” he said, tickling her sides lightly, making her squirm with laughter.
“Told you we’d find them snogging.”
James turned around to the familiar voice and found Sirius, Peter, and Remus walking towards them, stepping over the occasional tent line.
“Good thing we found you,” Remus said, scratching a scar on his face as James took his glasses from Lily’s pocket and put them back on. “They just announced that the Falcons will come out for a special meet and greet thing before the game tonight. We better get in line.”
James looked at Lily who nodded. “Obviously I’m coming,” she said.
“You don’t need to go look for your friends?” he asked her as they marched past the tents and back to the vendors.
Lily slipped her hand back into his before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “They’ll find me eventually.”
Rating: PG
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: The Marauders attend the Quidditch World Cup after seventh year. (PROMPT PICTURE)
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. No copyright infringement intended! Comments, feedback, and constructive criticism are appreciated!
“Can I interest you boys in some buttons to support the Falcons?”
Sirius stopped amidst his stroll and pointed to the badge already pinned to the front of his shirt.
“Already got mine, chap. Thanks, though!”
He turned back around to see James had stopped to wait for him.
“Aye, mate. I’m glad no one has asked us to support the Tornadoes, yet. I’d hex the bugger right out of ‘em.”
James laughed as he ran his hand through his hair, feeling a cool breeze hit his sweaty face. The sun blared down on them as they continued trekking past the little tents set up around them.
“Something tells me that they wouldn’t dare ask you,” he said, smirking as he eyed Sirius’s full Falmouth Falcons gear - all brown except for the blue jeans he sported (“It’d be tacky,” he had said).
“Oi, Remus!” Sirius called, jumping up to see over the heads of a bunch of older wizards walking by.
Remus squinted as he tried to discern who had called his name. James slipped through the crowd and clapped him on the shoulder when he had reached him, Sirius following closely behind.
“Hey Moony, how goes it?”
“Not bad. Peter went to go get some ice cold butterbeer from another vendor.” He pointed at the one that was a few tents behind him and said in a low voice, “Someone jinxed the cooler so it keeps boiling up the drinks. Pretty nasty, everything keeps bubbling up and spilling everywhere.”
They heard a loud bang as a glass bottle exploded and somebody yelled out Protego!, preventing anyone from being pierced by the shattered glass flying through air.
“Merlin…” Peter appeared between James and Sirius, carrying four bottles. “Here… the other booth was bloody busy…” They each took theirs and thanked him.
“Hey, where’s your tent, Pete?” Sirius asked, as he popped the cap off.
“Over in the west-end. You guys need to come; I need to show you the new miniature broom a booth was selling earlier this morning. They’re already all sold out. I was lucky enough to get one before they were all gone.”
As they traipsed over to Peter’s tent, James spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Thank Merlin for peripheral vision, he thought.
“Hey, Lily!”
Lily broke away from her group of friends when she had spotted him.
“Hi,” she said, grinning at him, her hands in her pockets.
“Um…you mind following me somewhere?” James asked, eyeing her tentatively. Lily crinkled her brow but nodded.
“Yeah, sure.”
He took her arm, pulling out her hand, and held onto it before he led her away to a quieter area. Tents surrounded them as they continued walking, the roaring noise of the bumbling crowd fading out behind them.
When they had reached the far side of the north wing where only tents could be found, James tugged her lightly, pulling her behind a blue, waist-high tent. The area was quiet, as most people had gone to the main vendor area for the day. Lily was about to ask what they were doing there when James wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, kissing her.
Her laugh was muffled against his lips before she pulled back to look at him. “Your glasses are in the way,” she said quietly. James grinned as she moved her hands up to take them off, slipping them into her back pocket. “That’s better,” she commented.
James released one of his arms from her waist and raised it to tilt her hat so that the sun shone on her face. Her green eyes glistened when he looked into them. “No, that’s better,” he grinned, staring briefly at the freckles splashed over her nose before kissing her again, more lovingly as each second passed, and Lily raised her hand, pressing against his ear and the side of his neck.
When they had pulled apart for air, James looked at her. “How was your morning?”
“Better now,” she said breathlessly, but grinned up at him again. “I saw Peter earlier and he hounded me for not wearing Falcon colours, but I told him it would’ve clashed with my hair.”
“Any colour looks good on you,” he said, tickling her sides lightly, making her squirm with laughter.
“Told you we’d find them snogging.”
James turned around to the familiar voice and found Sirius, Peter, and Remus walking towards them, stepping over the occasional tent line.
“Good thing we found you,” Remus said, scratching a scar on his face as James took his glasses from Lily’s pocket and put them back on. “They just announced that the Falcons will come out for a special meet and greet thing before the game tonight. We better get in line.”
James looked at Lily who nodded. “Obviously I’m coming,” she said.
“You don’t need to go look for your friends?” he asked her as they marched past the tents and back to the vendors.
Lily slipped her hand back into his before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “They’ll find me eventually.”