James C Potter (thenoblestag) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2012-10-14 09:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | draco malfoy, james potter |
Who: James Potter, Draco Malfoy.
When: The morning after this.
Where: Quidditch Pitch
What: Blowing off some steam.
Status/Rating: Complete/Low
James Potter did not think first and act later. But he was trying. Hard. He ran his hand through his hair and gritted his teeth. All things considered he thought he did better then could be expected when it came to Snape. He held back far more then he was accustomed to and it made his stomach churn. And not just from the small bout of self restraint, from the self satisfied smirk he could picture creeping up on Severus' face.
He was jealous and overwhelmed by all the information he had received. He knew the right thing to do was to swallow his pride and at least thank the man for taking care of his son. But the idea filled him with disgust. He'd do it in his own time and in his own way, he decided.
Heading out from his cottage in the wee hours of the morning, he found his way into town and picked up a broom. From there, straight to the Quidditch pitch. He wandered around for a while before he found it, but let out a relaxed sigh when he had. A bit of flying and maneuvering would help take his mind off things.
He mounted his broom and pushed off from the ground and soared straight up above the hoops and surveyed the pitch. The Weasley twins did a damn fine job. It all looked to meet regulation from what he could tell. He'd have to thank them later, one of many thanks he'd have to give he thought with a grimace.
James started to run a few drills, weaving in and around the pitch. Flying high, plunging low with spins and turns, and abrupt stops. It was just the thing he needed. He could feel his cares blowing away as the wind whipped around his frame.