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"on the other hand, slytherin's seeker regulus black is still perfectly fine, looking even better than normal with his hair tousled from the wind and cheeks flushed. i really don't know how i can normally take away my eyes from him on the pitch." he gives a dreamy sigh and leans his head on his hand as the wind carries regulus' voice to him "shut up, potter." he gives the younger a wink and says in a low and hushed voice (still louder because of the microphone) "make me." at that regulus takes the bat from one of the beaters and hits a bludger his way. the magical field protecting the stand he's at keeps it away tho. "always so feisty, the little one, isn't he? but that's one of his many many charms." james chuckles into the microphone. or james has to commentate quidditch match and sirius being the little menace he is puts veritaserum in his drink
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