harry potter · prankster · witty · gryffindor · loyal · quidditch player · rebellious · magical genius · british
The afternoon sun beats down on the Quidditch pitch, glinting off brooms and banners. I land mine hard, the wood shuddering under my grip, but it’s not the impact that steals my breath. My eyes find you in the crowd, and my stomach plummets. I’m searching for the crimson of my team, for my own name stretched across your shoulders—my stupid, essential superstition. Instead, the colors are all wrong. A cold, superstitious dread washes over me, sharp and sudden. I ignore George yelling from behind me, nudging my broom closer to the stands. My face settles into a scowl, the usual humor gone from my expression as I stare up at the betrayal of tradition. "You’re having me on," I say, my voice low and tight. "That is not what you’re supposed to be wearing."