Don't Stop Me Now
T̶o̶n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ I̶'m̶ g̶o̶n̶n̶a̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ a̶ r̶e̶a̶l̶ g̶o̶o̶d̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶
I̶ f̶e̶e̶l̶ a̶l̶i̶v̶e̶
Regulus' eyes shot open. 'Quidditch.' It was the first thought he thought that day, the first thing for him to notice. The event he'd been excited for since it had been official. The game Gryffindor against Slytherin. Quidditch was one of Regulus' favourite things to do, other than reading or studying nature.
Barty said he was a "genius on the broom", whatever that questionable choice of words might mean. He had to admit, flying had been a way of coping for him for as long as he could remember. So, naturally, he got really good at it. He'd always loved doing tricks, be they oh so dangerous. When doing tricks, he felt as though he and the world became one, peaceful and wrapped up in the moment.
A̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶o̶r̶l̶d̶ I̶'l̶l̶ t̶u̶r̶n̶ i̶t̶ i̶n̶s̶i̶d̶e̶ o̶u̶t̶, y̶e̶a̶h̶
I̶'m̶ f̶l̶o̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶r̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ i̶n̶ e̶c̶s̶t̶a̶s̶y̶
Sometimes, it might not be very comfortable, when it was cold or rainy as an example, but today, the day was warm. Warm and sunny and perfect for playing Quidditch against his big brother and his crush between the snowy hoops.
As he got ready, he thought about the whole christmas situation, there wasn't really much time left. How could he ask James? What if he said no?
'Well, I guess I'm going to have to find out. Quidditch is more of priority right now though.', he thought, putting on his Quidditch gear.
S̶o̶, d̶o̶n̶'t̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶ m̶e̶ n̶o̶w̶
D̶o̶n̶'t̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶ m̶e̶ 'C̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ I̶'m̶ h̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶ g̶o̶o̶d̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶,
h̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶ g̶o̶o̶d̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶
"Oi, Rosier, make sure to put your cape on tight, last time, t' almost flew off. That would be dangerous, cold and embarassing, ya hear me, twat?" "Yeah, yeah, I know Barty." "Alright, just remindin' ya- okay, no. Hello, earth to Reg! Oi! REG!"
Startled, Regulus looked up. "Yeah?" "Look, I dunno what yer thinking about, but ya gotta concentrate. You don't need yer gloves for breakfast, hear me?" Regulus then realised that he was in the process of putting on his gloves and that Barty was right, he didn't need them yet. "Sorry, Barty." "Yeah yeah, just make sure not to get hit by any Bludgers and to catch the snitch out there."
I̶'m̶ a̶ s̶h̶o̶o̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ s̶t̶a̶r̶ l̶e̶a̶p̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶r̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ t̶h̶e̶ s̶k̶y̶
L̶i̶k̶e̶ a̶ t̶i̶g̶e̶r̶ d̶e̶f̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶ l̶a̶w̶s̶ o̶f̶ g̶r̶a̶v̶i̶t̶y̶
"Aaaand here they come, the Gryffindors!" Loud cheering errupted on the seats, outside of the locker room.
"Okay, Slytherins. I want a fair game. I know that some of yall like to forget that there's rules, yes, I'm looking at you, Malfoy. Again, fair game, nice playin' and the techniques stay the same as we trained, ya got me?"
Barty said, loud enough to be heard over the cheering. He gave everyone a serious glare and a handshake, right before it was announced that it was their turn to fly out now.
Of course, there was booing. A lot of it. But there was also cheering. The cheering that got Regulus so high up, not caring and letting go. Praise. People acknowledging him. That helped him perform his best tricks, and the most daring ones, too.
And there it was. The whistle that started it. His showtime. Up high in the air, he started looking for the snitch.
"And there the Quaffle goes, right to Longbottom! Doesn't he look absolutely dashing, is that a new broom he's flying on?"
I̶'m̶ a̶ r̶a̶c̶i̶n̶g̶ c̶a̶r̶ p̶a̶s̶s̶i̶n̶g̶ b̶y̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶ L̶a̶d̶y̶ G̶o̶d̶i̶v̶a̶
I̶'m̶ g̶o̶n̶n̶a̶ g̶o̶, g̶o̶, g̶o̶
T̶h̶e̶r̶e̶'s̶ n̶o̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶p̶i̶n̶g̶ m̶e̶
Regulus, passing Sirius heard a "Merlin, keep it together Alice!" from him, and not long after, a faint "Prewett, save your compliments for Longbottom for later, or I will make sure you do!" by McGonagall followed. "Alright, alright, geez. Nice throw towards Pettigrew, but ooohhhhhhh! Crouch junior catches the ball, oh well, happens, no? And it goes back to Gryffindor, the captain, James Potter this time!"
Regulus perked up, or, well, down in that case to see James "how does someone look that good in a Quidditch uniform" Potter speed to the middle hoop, throwing the Quaffle through it with such grace and power at the same time, Regulus forgot how to breathe for a second.
"Ten points for Gryffindor, thrown by Potter! One hell of a Chaser, that's for sure!" "Prewett!" "Yes, Professor, but it's the truth!"
I̶'m̶ b̶u̶r̶n̶i̶n̶' t̶h̶r̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ t̶h̶e̶ s̶k̶y̶, y̶e̶a̶h̶ 2̶0̶0̶
d̶e̶g̶r̶e̶e̶s̶
T̶h̶a̶t̶'s̶ w̶h̶y̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ c̶a̶l̶l̶ m̶e̶ M̶i̶s̶t̶e̶r̶ F̶a̶h̶r̶e̶n̶h̶e̶i̶t̶
Just when Regulus concentrated again, he saw a faint stripe of gold in the distance, right at the Slytherin hoops. As fast as he could, he flew over to them, doing a little trick because he was a little show off.
He turned around, laying his back down on the stick and grabbing the stick above his head with both hands, pulling it over his head and moving it so that he could sit on it again, just not like normal, but like on a swing, with both legs on one side. All that, in a matter of seconds.
For other people watching him, it looked like some sort of somersault, for him, it meant peak coordination and precise movements, hence good control over his body, also while keeping the right direction.
Cheers got loud, from every house's curve, his tricks were loved by all, another reason why he kept doing these. They brought people together. "Here we go, Regulus Black practising his art again. A lady saddle salto, bravo!"
I̶'m̶ t̶r̶a̶v̶e̶l̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶ s̶p̶e̶e̶d̶ o̶f̶ l̶i̶g̶h̶t̶
I̶ w̶a̶n̶n̶a̶ m̶a̶k̶e̶ a̶ s̶u̶p̶e̶r̶s̶o̶n̶i̶c̶ m̶a̶n̶ o̶u̶t̶ o̶f̶ y̶o̶u̶
When Regulus arrived at the hoops, James was still there. "Potter! I have to talk to you after the match!" James gave him a puzzled look, nodding as he flew away, after the Quaffle.
After their "conversation", Regulus looked for the Snitch again, just to see that it had disappeared again. Getting higher again, he continued to search for it.
"Ten points for Slytherin! The teams are now even again, having 100 points each!"
Regulus knew he had to take action. He had gotten a few glares and signs from Barty til now, all of them meaning to hurry up. He got desperate, not having seen the Snitch ever since that interaction with Potter.
Maybe, just maybe he had been a little distracted by Potter and one incident, where he'd almost been hit by a Bludger and Potter had pulled him back, right next to him, shoulders and thighs touching.
But of course, that was not the reason. No, it was soley the Snitch being a... Prick. Yeah.
I̶'m̶ h̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ s̶u̶c̶h̶ a̶ g̶o̶o̶d̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶
I̶'m̶ h̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶ b̶a̶l̶l̶
D̶o̶n̶'t̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶ m̶e̶ n̶o̶w̶
I̶f̶ y̶o̶u̶ w̶a̶n̶n̶a̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ a̶ g̶o̶o̶d̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶, j̶u̶s̶t̶ g̶i̶v̶e̶ m̶e̶ a̶ c̶a̶l̶l̶!
Suddenly, he saw it. Under him, just at the bottom of the Quidditch pitch. His brother, Gryffindors seeker, saw it too. Looking at each other, they started to calculate. Sirius had the faster broom, was heavier and would, in conclusion be faster.
Sirius knew this. Regulus knew this.
'C̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ I̶'m̶ h̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶ g̶o̶o̶d̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶
D̶o̶n̶'t̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶ m̶e̶ n̶o̶w̶
But, what Sirius didn't know, that in just that moment, an idea started to develop in Regulus head. A stupid idea, deadly and completely idiotic. No person with functionating braincells would ever even dare to dream of trying this trick. But Regulus knew, he would win. He really would. So, whilst looking at his brother, he slowly let go of his broom, spread his arms and
let himself fall.
Y̶e̶s̶, I̶'m̶ h̶a̶v̶i̶n̶' a̶ g̶o̶o̶d̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶ I̶ d̶o̶n̶'t̶ w̶a̶n̶t̶ t̶o̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶ a̶t̶ a̶l̶l̶