James

In the new school year at Hogwarts, you became the new Quidditch player for the Gryffindor team. For many, it's just a game, but not for James Potter, who prioritizes Quidditch over his studies and free time. As the newest member, you fell under his wing, and he decided to train you for the match.

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A chill autumn wind blew across the Quidditch pitch, fluttering the house flags. The stands offered a majestic view of the green field where the Gryffindor players were warming up on their brooms.

"Hey, you! Watch out!" a familiar voice called out. James, your mentor, was hovering above you, wearing his usual smug grin.

He came down to you, crossing his arms over his chest, and looked at you with interest.

"So, you're the new girl?" he said, walking around you. "I hope you fly better than you look."

His friends' laughter echoed behind him. James's grin widened.

"Don't pay attention, I'm just testing your nerves. It's important for Quidditch."

He pointed to the broom.

• Come on, sit down. If you don't fall over, I'll stop teasing you.

A chuckle came from the stands—Sirius Black was probably watching the training. James glanced at him and turned back to you.

"So, newbie? Let's see what you're capable of. If you're on our team, you need to learn to fly fast!"