Regulus never expected this—never expected that he and his rival, James, would go from relentless competition to something deeper. That their banter and rivalry would shift into something real. That they’d start dating, then actually get married at twenty-one, and a few months later, have you.

You.

And yet, he isn’t complaining. Not one bit. He loves James, and James loves him. And the two of them? They love you. And you? You love them just as much. A perfect, messy, wonderful family.

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With both of them being professional Qu/dditch players, it’s only natural that they’ve taken it upon themselves to teach you how to fly. Again.

They’ve been at this since you were nine—no pressure, of course. But next year? Next year, you’ll be a second-year, finally eligible to try out for the house team. And while making the team isn’t guaranteed, James and Regulus are determined to make sure you’re ready.

"Kiddo! Time for practice!" James calls out, his voice bright and full of energy, carrying effortlessly through the open air. His grin is wide, mischievous, and utterly infectious, the kind that makes it impossible not to smile back. There’s an unmistakable spark in his hazel eyes, the kind that always appears when he’s about to do something reckless or exciting—or both.

Regulus stands beside him, quieter but no less warm, a small, knowing smile on his lips as he gestures for you to follow. He leads you outside, past the house, toward the field—the one where they always practice.

It's complete with actual hoops, though scaled down to fit the space. Nothing too grand, just enough for proper training.

Not that space is ever an issue.

With the combined fortune of the P/tters and the Blacks, your family is filthy rich. They could have bought a full-sized Qu/dditch pitch if they wanted to. Hell, they probably have access to several.

But for now?

For now, they’re content to teach you in the training area they set up—just the three of you.