( he gives a helpless shrug, giving the best girl all the good chin scritches. )
Sure. I have a bunch of weird magic items. ( straightening up, he grins. ) And that's just assuming you'll win.
( honestly, harry has no idea what to expect, but either way this goes is a win for him — either he wins and gets a kiss, or he loses and gets rid of something that feels bittersweet in the palm of his hand. and probably a kiss anyway. at jin ling's prompting, he takes the snitch back, waving a hand in front of it so its wings start buzzing so fast they're nearly invisible. instinctive to the sound of the snitch, harry mounts his broom. he flashes a playful, boyish look to jin ling. )
Get ready to find out.
( harry does, of course, wait for him to board his sword. it's a little like sword surfing, or something — it's not something he ever would've expected, but he knows much better than to underestimate anything. winding his arm back, he tosses the snitch in front of them, and —
he's off, following after it rapidfire. he catches the upperhand just from experience, from knowing how to locate the snitch despite how hard it is to see with plain eyes, speeding off on the broomstick sirius black gave him so long ago. jin ling catches up, which is a surprise — even more surprising? he slams into harry almost immediately, with the clear intent of knocking him off his broom.
he'll have to tell him later that that's playing dirty. but for now.
it winds his course, but he straightens up, suddenly more intent to knock jin ling off his sword than to actually win the competition. it goes like that, two boys spiraling around each other in the sky, bumping elbows and hips and chests whenever they get the chance, and laughing boisterously all the while. harry gets a good few swings at jin ling that do actually knock him off — but jin ling's sword is like a magnet, always there to catch him before he gets too far.
the upside of riding on a sword is that when they're neck and neck, his reach is farther, closer to the snitch. they tumble back down, following each other and the erratic path of the snitch, watching it nosedive into the ground, sharing glances at each other as if waiting for the other to chicken out first. except ... well, neither of them do, probably just because the other one doesn't. it ends up with both of them throwing themselves forward to get that last bit of distance towards the snitch, hitting each other and winding up in a pile of limbs and mud on the ground.
harry has the wind knocked out of him — exertion, laughing, and the pain from falling. he can't make up heads or tails, but he opens his palms and finds them empty, finds himself sitting on top of jin ling who also is empty handed.
he's about to scramble back for his broomstick, when fairy comes trotting up, ever the good girl, a golden, buzzing snitch trapped in her mouth.
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Sure. I have a bunch of weird magic items. ( straightening up, he grins. ) And that's just assuming you'll win.
( honestly, harry has no idea what to expect, but either way this goes is a win for him — either he wins and gets a kiss, or he loses and gets rid of something that feels bittersweet in the palm of his hand. and probably a kiss anyway. at jin ling's prompting, he takes the snitch back, waving a hand in front of it so its wings start buzzing so fast they're nearly invisible. instinctive to the sound of the snitch, harry mounts his broom. he flashes a playful, boyish look to jin ling. )
Get ready to find out.
( harry does, of course, wait for him to board his sword. it's a little like sword surfing, or something — it's not something he ever would've expected, but he knows much better than to underestimate anything. winding his arm back, he tosses the snitch in front of them, and —
he's off, following after it rapidfire. he catches the upperhand just from experience, from knowing how to locate the snitch despite how hard it is to see with plain eyes, speeding off on the broomstick sirius black gave him so long ago. jin ling catches up, which is a surprise — even more surprising? he slams into harry almost immediately, with the clear intent of knocking him off his broom.
he'll have to tell him later that that's playing dirty. but for now.
it winds his course, but he straightens up, suddenly more intent to knock jin ling off his sword than to actually win the competition. it goes like that, two boys spiraling around each other in the sky, bumping elbows and hips and chests whenever they get the chance, and laughing boisterously all the while. harry gets a good few swings at jin ling that do actually knock him off — but jin ling's sword is like a magnet, always there to catch him before he gets too far.
the upside of riding on a sword is that when they're neck and neck, his reach is farther, closer to the snitch. they tumble back down, following each other and the erratic path of the snitch, watching it nosedive into the ground, sharing glances at each other as if waiting for the other to chicken out first. except ... well, neither of them do, probably just because the other one doesn't. it ends up with both of them throwing themselves forward to get that last bit of distance towards the snitch, hitting each other and winding up in a pile of limbs and mud on the ground.
harry has the wind knocked out of him — exertion, laughing, and the pain from falling. he can't make up heads or tails, but he opens his palms and finds them empty, finds himself sitting on top of jin ling who also is empty handed.
he's about to scramble back for his broomstick, when fairy comes trotting up, ever the good girl, a golden, buzzing snitch trapped in her mouth.
after about two seconds, )
That — ha, that doesn't count!