"You did it, Lily!" James beamed, resisting the urge to hug her. (Or at least until they were on the ground.) He caught another whiff of her hair, and took a deep breath of it. That scent he always knew to be Lily slipped into his senses and made his brain turn to putty. "I didn't doubt your for a second."
James was impressed when they reached the goals, mostly because she managed a mostly steady twenty five kilometers. He was sure he would have Lily zipping around the pitch in no time.
When he noticed Lily look up at the sky, his eyes widened. "Where did that come from?" he mused under his breath, finally saying "Looks like-" Just as he was saying rain, it began pouring. "Ah!" In no time, James was soaked through his uniform, his shirt sticking to his chest. He gripped the broom and managed to lower them to the ground again easily. He couldn't help it, but he suddenly began laughing.