𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳𝑳 .

The guitar had become his best friend, which felt odd as he was normally a piano player. But it wasn’t easy carrying a piano around, ya know? Sitting by a window, looking down at the chords and the lyrics, he frowned. The lyrics didn’t fit, it sounded too out there and he hated it. So he continued to let the chords he wrote down dance across the walls, filling the empty space. Not noticing Reg at first, he frowned and looked at the other. “Oh ehm hey”

thank goodness he hadn’t freaked on her. honestly, she felt like she was on her tiptoes. each step careful and calculated as she tried not to mess this up. since when did she worry about that with reg? they were best friend’s for gods sake. it wasn’t like he’d learn anything he didn’t know already. “build anything new lately?”

she didn’t really know what to say, she hadn’t considered she had left him with those sorts of feelings. perhaps it was naive but she figured he’d get over her rather quickly and finding out she was wrong was a bit of a shock to the system. it pulled at her heartstrings, a tug she wanted to ignore. “i’m really sorry, for ending it like i did.” she spoke softly, sincere and yet still unsure it was the right thing to say. she felt a little breathless, he had always cared about her but all she could think about was amycus.

“i haven’t been to the three broomsticks in a while, how about that?” she offers a smile, cheeks turning slightly pink as she met his gaze. she can’t help but be nervous, which feels strange considering how close they’d been all these years. hesitating for only a moment, she reaches over to take his hand. 

she can’t help but laugh at his words, small frame leaning up on her tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek. “i do.” she confirms. but suddenly, doubt filled her stomach like a tidal wave. did he want this to be a real date? “sounds good. lead the way, captain.”

she inhaled as he spoke, letting the breath out slowly as she tried to slow her heart rate, unsure why it was quick. he had always been tender and kind, and she remembered how safe she’d felt when she was with him, how loved and appreciated. and she’d left him anyway, almost for those same reasons. maybe now was the time for some regrets. “do you still have feelings for me, reg?”

━☆ﾟ.*·。ﾟSCRUNCHING UP HIS nose, James stuck his tongue out at Reginald, fully knowing he wouldn’t ever live it down. But he didn’t really care, because in that moment, it was a great moment. “Don’t plan on it. If it makes you more inclined to try and beat us, then by all means, hold it against me,” the messy haired Gryffindor stated, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He knew he played dirty on occasion, but he couldn’t help it. It was just that James was passionate about his love for Quidditch. Listening to Reginald, he nodded along with him, knowing it was true. If your team was diligent and everyone concentrated on their job, the game would end very well. “You’re not wrong. Did you need another help? Perhaps we could swap drills, I think my team’s getting bored of mine.”

“you sure?” dorcas asked, eyes narrowing a little playfully as though she could see right through him. but, of course, she couldn’t. “you did come all the way here… seems like along trek to make for moral support.” doe smiled a little wider, realizing she was still kind of holding his hand and at this point it was way past the point of being normal and appropriate. taking a deep breath, in which she hoped to cover up the embarrassment at that realization, she let his hand go and looked around. “well, if, in your professional opinion, you need moral support, i suppose i could find some. i’m sure it could have happened to anyone. flying is pretty dangerous, after all.” a lesson they were all learning in some aspect recently.

“fell,” dorcas nodded, made sense for the captain of a quidditch team. “off your broom…at practice.” she repeated, her own lips curving into a wider smirk she wasn’t making fun but she was definitely taking the chance to tease him a little bit. her hand still held his as doe motioned him to follow her. “come on, nothing a little ice won’t fix unless,” she paused, not wanting to assume that that was all. “are you in a lot of pain? it doesn’t seem broken or out of sorts but if you’re feeling anything, you should probably tell me. i could get you something for it.”

she wasn’t sure which was worse, him being hostile or him being empathetic. but she could see the tension dissipate so she forced herself to relax as well, albeit not as well as him, never as well as him or anyone else. “why lighter?” she prodded, her heart starting to race a little. 

            she  couldn’t  help  but  laugh  at  reginald’s  suddenness ,  his  enthusiasm  for  the  sport  understandable  for  one  wore  the  quidditch  captain badge ,  but  no  less  amusing .  taking  a  moment  to  focus  on  the  plans  alice  ran  through  a  quick  internal  summary  of  them  both  before  voicing  her  opinion .  “  i’d  say  v ,  ”  she  shrugs .  “  you  can  do  that  with  just  the  chasers  if  you  need  to .  have  river  on  point  and  that  way  i’m  free  to  go  wherever  the  bludgers  are .  ”

merlin, why was everyone picking fights with her these days? she was just so tired. “ours didn’t fall apart reg, i ended it, there’s a difference.” she huffed out a breath. “and the same thing happened with amycus, and if you insist you don’t get some pleasure from that second fact you’re porbably lying.” the hostility rolling off him told her that much.

when reg walked into the hospital wing, dorcas couldn’t help but smile before realizing he was only there because he was injured, her smile wavering at that thought. she didn’t want to rush over, that would be weird, so she finished up helping another student who had somehow ended up on the wrong end of a bat-boogey hex before walking over to him. “hi,” doe greeted him before her eyes fell to his hand and the wounded finger. “so, what exactly happened?” her hand reaching out to cradle his gently, she didn’t want to injure him more, her eyes moving up to meet his with a curious expression. 

“i didn’t come here to talk about my break up, but feel free to gloat if that’s hat you need right now. merlin forbid i actually get any of this essay done.”

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the gryffindor team’s multiple injuries had lost them a few good players as of late, and paranoia had reg enforcing safety over all at hufflepuff practices. it was irony, perhaps, that had flung him off of his broom and into the hard wood of the stands as practice had been drawing to a close. but it was opportunity and his own acting skills that placed reginald in the hospital wing, awaiting dorcas meadowes to check on his dislocated finger, which had already been conveniently relocated. it’d only been a drop of a few feet, but once he’d shaken off the initial stab of pain –– reg had realized the chance that he’d stumbled upon. “ it’s not so bad. ” he insists now, presenting her with an only slightly swollen middle digit. 

“I am not the best when it comes to Quidditch. But I just want to help my friends” he said and nodded as he looked at the other and smiled. “And even though my help is unwanted or just.. not making any sense, at least I did try” he added with a chuckle. He then licked his lips and leaned back in his seat, clasping his hands together.