Hogwarts. 6th year

Joe is well ,known around the school, unsurprisingly. He’s titled the ‘gryffindor’s heartthrob’. he would be a hot topic between girls and the occasional(well frequent) drift of gossip would reach you when you walk through the corridors. sickening in your sense. Explainable, as you were a slytherin. sworn enemies to gryffindor’s. All the attention, didn’t change him for the worst, surprisingly. he was sincere, kind, funny.

you guys shared many common classes to your dismay. But never had much interactions. he seemed content mixing with his house and you with your house.

He was Gryffindor’s seeker, out on the field flying around with practiced agility on his broom with his other teammates for quidditch practice. upcoming tournaments were looming over then with upcoming N.E.W.T.s. A group of gryffindor and hufflepuff girls were huddled around the stalls watching them giggling and not so discreetly pointing at joe.

he laughed mid air with his teammates, running a veiny hand through his luscious brown hair, the other hand gripping the broom beneath him. Harry and Ron were too busy squabbling before joining along with the lingering joke being passed lightheartedly between the teammates.