alrightevans:

some james potter + quidditch headcanons because idk *spins wheel* its a sunday

• his quidditch prowess is down to 3 parts talent, 3 parts hard work and 1 part sheer dumb luck
• pulls off risky, flashy moves that shouldn’t be possible almost without fail 
• …almost
• there was the time he made a particularly spectacular dive for the quaffle and ended up in the hospital wing with a shattered collar bone, a fractured wrist and an assortment of minor sprains
• but gryffindor still won and evans came to visit him on his sick bed and she was probably like, Really Impressed
• so, really, he considers it a success anyway
• he treats his broom like a child
• he sleeps with it in his bed
• he only lets two people in the entire world touch it: madam hooch (who he has mad respect for) and his former captain
• sirius is like, weirdly jealous about this
• though he wouldn’t admit it 
• sirius: why would I even WANT to touch your broom you fanatical weirdo
• james: *waggling eyebrows* i can think of a few reasons
• honest-to-god sobbed the first time his team won under his captaincy
• sirius offers to hex his opponents for him, like, at least once a week, but james thinks thats just bad form 
• (and anyway, knowing that he’s beat them good and proper is a way better ego boost)
• ((though that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to a not-entirely-honourable tackle if the other team are playing dirty))
• after he becomes captain he’s in practice so often that he wears his quidditch robes more often that his normal robes
• this drives his professors up the wall but they stop trying to enforce uniform rules on him about a month in because they realise if they kick him out every time he turns up in quidditch robes he will literally miss half of his classes
• ((lily evans thinks that whoever invented quidditch robes was trying to ruin specifically her life like how is she supposed to concentrate on advanced vanishment theorems when james potter is strutting about with his hair and his arms and his quidditch robes)) 
• anyway 
• his team have a love-hate relationship with him
• when its 4:30am and freezing cold and raining and james is disconcertingly chipper, already running drills that make them crave the sweet embrace of death, it errs more on the hate side 
• as it does when he’s trying to enforce his ungodly 24-hour-spinach-smoothie-lockdown
• ‘come on, captain, if i don’t eat something solid in the next 30 seconds i think i might actually cry’
• ‘power through, meadowes, think of the antioxidants’ 
• but after they’ve absolutely smashed a match and james has just come back from a hogsmeade raid and he’s plying them all with butterbeer and chocolate frogs whilst yelling at anyone who will listen how proud he is, they s’pose he’s not so bad
• rumour has it he practiced snogging with a quaffle once