Perfect
A Jegulus Fic
The day of the match came quickly, and Regulus didn't need to have been told by Barty when it was happening, because it was all anyone could talk about. A buzz filled the Great Hall at the meals, and even the professors wished any students participating luck.
"I still don't really understand what the big deal is," Regulus grumbled as Barty dragged him into the stands.
"Says you! You were incredible when we had to try out our broomsticks! You would be so good at Quidditch," Barty said with a playful nudge. Regulus just rolled his eyes.
"He's right, you know," Evan said, walking up beside Regulus. "You should play next year."
"I don't want to," Regulus said impatiently, and they took their seats. Beside him, Barty screamed chants and cheers along with many Slytherins.
When the players came out, Regulus caught sight of James. Regulus knew that he played, but sometimes it slipped his mind just how young James really was to already be the star Seeker. The way he moved on his broom was beyond impressive, Regulus had to admit. His muscles rippled as he clung tight to his broom. His eyes narrowed as he played, constantly searching.
Slytherin was ahead for most of the game, gaining point after point, but Regulus knew it didn't really matter. Gryffindor wasn't far behind, and the Snitch was what actually won games. It was up to James and the Slytherin seeker, and he looked confused. James, on the other hand, flew through the air, gritting his teeth with determination. He seemed to catch sight of something, and then he was gone, whizzing through the pitch, dodging Bludgers and weaving through the Slytherin players. He was good.
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