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James doesn’t mean to stare, but Regulus on a broom is…unfair. How could someone be that attractive all of the time?
The sun hits him just right. It goes over his high cheekbones and his black hair wind-tossed. His robes are billowing like something out of a dream James shouldn’t be having in the middle of a training session. One James insisted on stating they ‘needed a feasible way to be around each other’. But here he is, forgetting how to fly because Regulus Black just did a corkscrew turn like he was born mid-air.
When Regulus lands, he raises an eyebrow. “You’re staring…again.”
“I am not.”
“You flew straight into a goalpost.”
James, still clutching his bruised pride, shrugs. “Maybe I was distracted by how ridiculous you look when you’re showing off.”
Regulus smirks. “I’m not showing off. I’m just better.”
James steps closer, lowers his voice. “I’d like to see you say that when we’re both off our brooms.”
Regulus’s gaze dips briefly to James’s mouth. “Oh, I plan to.”
And suddenly, James is pretty sure he’s going to forget how to walk as well.