^{@lorelaithesecond || hogwarts angst}

^{IT COMES OUT OF NOWHERE. he should’ve been more careful, but his eyes were trained on the snitch. he didn’t think about the bludgers, but there are two of his teammates on the pitch to protect him so luke never really thought about anything other than the snitch. the SECOND the bludger hits him, he feels himself falling off his broom. he holds his eyes tightly closed. he doesn’t want to see the worry on his teammates’ faces, nor the look of glee spread across the seven members of the slytherin team.}

^{the last conscious thought he has is about lorelai. he can hear the slytherins screaming, an excited yell as the injury of luke provides an instant win. hufflepuff’s backup seeker, kirk gleason, is more likely to fall off his broom than to capture the snitch. lorelai’s house is happy but luke knows ( as the ground is getting closer and closer ) that she is not. he doesn’t want to worry her, but she going to. he can’t bare the face she makes when she’s worried and luke already hates that he is going to be the cause of it.}

lorelaithesecond:

_{WHENEVER HUFFLEPUFF IS PLAYING, lorelai finds herself seated with them rather than the members of her own house. particularly since she’s made a habit of wearing luke’s clothes in a show of support ( regardless of the fact that they’re all too big for her ). who wouldn’t want to be cheering for the team whose most important member happened to be your best friend and significant other, anyway? and that’s exactly what lorelai had spent the entire game doing —– it was more of screaming than cheering, but she was more than prepared to defend her enthusiasm should anyone question it ( even her head of house, if it came to matters of house pride —– slytherin isn’t playing today, though so she doesn’t expect problems ). she certainly can’t help the cheers that erupt the moment the snitch is caught, and it’s so much better sitting among the members of the winning team than her less than enthusiastic silver and green clad housemates on the other side of the pitch.} 

_{her enthusiasm is maintained even as she waits on luke to change, and she’s bouncing on the balls of her feet when she finally spots him, an ear to ear grin present on her lips. “if i didn’t scream so much, you wouldn’t have been able to hear me,” she replies, shoulders lifting and falling in a shrug, “i’d say that the potential for not being able to speak is worth it in this case. especially considering the fact that you won. would you prefer i sit in silence and give you a nice thumbs up? or i could sit with my own house, wear my own clothes, and fake pout the entire game. or try to, at least. i’m not sure i’m capable,”}

^{HE KNOWS THAT NEXT MATCH THEY’RE PLAYING SLYTHERIN. the thought alone makes his heart beat faster. he hates playing the house. a part of it steams from the fear that they’re going to injure him, forcing him out of the quidditch cup final, but he’s more worried about the backlash lorelai will receive. he loves that she gives up her house to support him, to lose her voice over to make sure he knows how proud he makes her, but not supporting your own house has its consequences and luke doesn’t want lorelai to be at the hands of her house because of him. he shakes his head, he can focus on the next match later, right now he wants to focus on his win and his girlfriend.}

^{he runs to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up. he swings her around, a smile on his face. “don’t you dare,” he responds as he kisses her ( rather passionately ). they aren’t ones for pda, but a winning rather difficult match calls for at least one kiss. he pulls away and places her back on the ground. “i love it when you wear my clothes, you know that.”} 

^{@lorelaithesecond || hogwarts au}

^{HE HEARS HER VOICE THE SECOND the golden snitch is in his hand. after landing, he hold the snitch in the air, his eyes locked on his girlfriend’s. she looks like she belongs among the other members of his house, she’s even wearing half of his wardrobe. the color yellow and black look better placed on her than her own green and silver.} 

^{he meets up with her after changing, his own sweater proudly bearing the colors of his house. when he was first sorting into hufflepuff, he wondered if he’d ever fit in. he’s not as soft and mellow as his fellow housemates. after three years, he found his place.} 

^{“if you keep screaming like that, you’re not going to be able to speak tomorrow,”  he speaks the words once he’s within earshot of her, a smile on his face to prove that he’s kidding. he won’t ever admit it to her, but he loves how supportive she.}