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part sixty nine

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so i pulled out the crayons again this morning u____u

(and then i went WHY DON'T I USE MY WORDS! 1079w, 2/3 split lay, 1/3 lu han again pls mod n_n)

There's something to be said about those spring afternoons when it's no longer too cold to be shut indoors, but not quite warm enough that sweaters and scarves are no longer a necessity. Lu Han had persuaded him to keep him company as he did some flying practice, but a few years of watching him pull of tight and tighter turns and rolls and maneuvers that Lu Han insisted had names for - well, it'd been fascinating at first, but Yixing has learned to bring a book or a couple rolls of parchments for these practice sessions. Lately, Lu Han's success rate of dragging Minseok out for practice instead has been improving, but Minseok had been nowhere to be found.

Today, Lu Han's brought a tennis ball - one of those things from his muggle world - and has spent the afternoon tossing the thing and diving spirals after it. Yixing watched, telling him to be careful not to dive into the ground. Lu Han's response had been to barely skim against the grass before pulling up, cheeky laughter trailing behind him.

That had been two hours ago.

Yixing hums, tapping his quill contemplatively against the parchment. Maybe it would work better if he changed the melody here instead? Or... He sighs, rolling up the half-complete composition and tucking it into his bag.

Lu Han's flying lazy circles in the air, which means he must be ready to go soon. Yixing leans back against the tree, his fingers wrapping comfortably around the handle of his wand. It's a nice day. Still, it could be nicer. Humming thoughtfully, he twirls his wand between his fingers, muttering a quiet incantation. A flurry of birds appear, filling the air with their chirps, and he grins. And does it again. And again.

He laughs as they flutter off in a cloud -- which, he realises with a start of horror, is on a straight collision course with Lu Han.

"Wat--"-ch out! he starts to yell, and then promptly covers his face as Lu Han swerves, only to find himself covered in the birds Yixing had magicked up.

Oops.

Yixing bites his lips and starts running, to where Lu Han is sweeping away birds from his face, still mid-air on his broom. Except, he thinks ruefully, it probably hadn't helped that he'd been thinking about Lu Han's voice when he'd conjured them.

Before Yixing gets there, there's a startled yelp, and he looks up to see Lu Han tumbling from his broom. That is going to hurt.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" he yells. Swish and flick, he still hears in his mind even though that was ages ago.

Lu Han abruptly stops falling, and Yixing slowly lowers him to the ground. Only when Lu Han is lying safe and sound on the grass does Yixing let out the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding.

"Sorry?" he says meekly as he runs over.

Lu Han groans, stretching his arms up to the sky before letting them flop back down beside him. "I can't believe I fell off my broom," he grumbles. "What sort of quidditch player am I?"

"One who got attacked by birds," Yixing supplies helpfully. He thinks about holding a hand out to help Lu Han up, but plops himself down next to him instead.

Lu Han shuffles until his head is resting on Yixing's leg, and Yixing absentmindedly strokes his fingers through Lu Han's hair.

"Are you cold?" Yixing asks. He unwraps the scarf from around his own neck and dumps it on Lu Han's stomach before Lu Han gets a chance to answer no.

Lu Han grunts something vague in response.

"I didn't realise that would happen," Yixing admits. "I guess I'm not very good at this yet."

Lu Han rolls over, his face buried in Yixing's thigh. "You're in Ravenclaw," he mumbles. "I wish I was in Ravenclaw."

Yixing laughs and pats him on the head again. "I like Gryffindor," he says. "Gryffindor is nice."

"Gryffindor is boring," Lu Han says. "Loyalty and bravery - maybe that matters if this was the fifteen hundreds, but I'd much rather be in Slytherin. Ambition is much better."

They've had this conversation before, and Yixing doesn't press. Maybe because he doesn't think he's a very good Ravenclaw. Mostly because, at the end of the day, Lu Han is a Gryffindor through and through, and a proud one at that.

They sit like that for seconds that turn into minutes, and Yixing's leg is starting to go numb. He leans back on his arms, his fingers pressed against the newly formed grass. Lu Han is so still that he wonders if the other boy has fallen asleep, but then he sits up.

His face is red from where it'd been pressed against Yixing's leg, and Yixing chuckles. "Your face," he says. Lu Han grimaces.

"Your face," he says. He stands up and stretches, Yixing's scarf tumbling to the ground.

"By the way," Yixing says as he bends down to pick up the scarf, "what happened to your broom--ow!"

Yixing clasps a hand to the back of his head, and Lu Han is laughing so hard he's doubled over and there are tears in his eyes. Yixing can only imagine why the broom had chosen, of all times, to finally come down.

He sighs. "I deserved that, didn't I," he says, straightening.

"Yup," Lu Han says - at least Yixing thinks that's what he says because the Gryffindor is still laughing fit to burst. Yixing smiles wryly, and softly smacks Lu Han over the head.

"Ahhh, stop laughing," he says. "I get it, I deserved that."

"You did, you did," Lu Han says. There is a huge grin on his face when he looks up, and Yixing can't help but smile along.

"Dinner?" he asks, nodding towards the castle.

Lu Han nods. "Race you!" he yells, and before Yixing has time to react, he's scooped up his broom and makes off for the castle at a run.

Yixing stands there staring at him for a long moment. His gold and crimson scarf flutters behind him in the wind like a flag.

He's about to take off after him, when he remembers his bag, off in the opposite direction. "Hey!" he yells, but Lu Han just laughs as Yixing runs for his bag, and then chases after Lu Han's shadow.

Maybe because he doesn't think he's a very good Ravenclaw. Mostly because, at the end of the day, Lu Han is a Gryffindor through and through, and a proud one at that.
so fitting

i love this layhan ;; ty writernon~

cryin

cries so.. lay accidentally set a bunch of birds on him and then rescued him??

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part sixty nine

hg: birds and brooms etc (team layhan)

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