~ROAC~ (incomplete)

"Oh yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something:
I want to hold your hand."

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Sirius led the way up the steps to the highest part of the Quidditch pitch stands, wanting a good view, but when Persephone muttered she'd prefer somewhere with less wind to draw, he noticed Remus was quick to offer to sit one floor below with her. He wasn't sure how he was going to 'keep an eye' on them like Bell had told him too now, but after a moment's consideration and squinty-eyed stare through the gaps in the floorboards, he determined if they sat relatively close under these seats, he'd be able to see them enough to deliver something of a report to the girl of his longtime fancy. As luck would have it, a minute later as he and Peter squabbled over the blanket the latter had brought, Sirius saw Remus and Persephone claiming the bench practically right below him.

"Gimme."

"I was the one who brought it, Sirius-"

Sirius snatched the fuzzy purple blanket and declared, "Mine!" causing his meek friend to scowl at him, reminding the raven-haired boy vividly of a rat's face- no wonder that animal was Peter's Animagus. Sirius smirked and pulled out his wand, then concentrated for a moment. "Remus is much better at this than me," he murmured, but cast the enlargement spell anyway and was quite satisfied when the blanket grew to three times its normal size, certainly large enough to wrap around the two of them and then some. Peter grinned and wiggled his shoulders as he lost himself in the plushy fabric so only his nose and eyes could be seen.

"Now, if only you'd turn into your dog form, Sirius, then I'd really be cozy-"

Sirius nudged his friend's arm, meaning to reprimand him lightheartedly that he couldn't with Bell so nearby, but ended up laughing instead Peter completely toppled over sideways onto the bench, giving a muffled yelp into the blanket's folds.

"Careful there, Wormtail, or you'll be swallowed up by The Purple!"

Peter gave a soft snort as he sat back up. "'The Purple'? I guess this is a thing now?"

"Yep."

"Really?"

"Oh, definitely. Behold the vast and mighty Purple or thou shalt be consumed by its fuzz-"

Peter's laughter died away as he pointed down at the field. "They're starting."

Sirius immediately leaned over the railing (he and Peter were seated right at the edge) and easily picked out Bell from the group. She was the only one that rode her broom with her non-dominant hand placed in front of her dominant one when holding on with both hands. Left in front of right. Not to mention Sirius had spent plenty enough time staring at Bell in the last few years to know her in a crowd of thousands.

Hovering a few feet above the ground, Marlene said something that was carried away by the wind before it reached these upper seats then blew the whistle and the rest of her players took off to start the training match. Today's practice included reserve players, and Marlene, being the fair person she was on and off the Quidditch pitch, had told her friends earlier that she'd be evening out the playing field with half-reserves and half-main-players on each team. Sirius watched Bell swoop in for the Quaffle and grinned when she immediately snatched it out of the air despite the three other Chasers on the opposing team reaching for it at the same moment, including Marlene.

James darted off up into the clouds immediately to get a good view of the pitch as Sirius had expected. He always did that first thing in a match, never straying from that routine strategy in the many years he'd been the Gryffindor Seeker, not once, and Sirius had come to rely on it as the unofficial start of the game. He glanced back down just in time to see Bell flip her broom upside-down in order to avoid a fourth-year reserve Beater sending two bludgers her way. The menacing balls crossed paths just where Bell's head had been just a second ago, and Sirius half-stood from his seat with a right mind to scold the kid's head off- but his attention was drawn back to Bell when she approached the goalposts and shot the Quaffle right through the shortest hoop.