James / Madison
James gave a happy bark of laughter. He shook his head, and there may have been a tinge of pink on his cheeks. Oh, if she only knew the types of jokes they made in the quidditch locker rooms on that very subject. "Definitely a literal broomstick." Not that he was prudish or anything... it's only... well, he just met her. Sorta.
And his eyes were sparkling again when she came in close and chewed on her lip like that. She was definitely flirting with him. And flirting hard. There was no missing it now, even for someone who could be as obtuse as James Potter.
"Well, we're in the right place to have a good time, aren't we?"