Recent content by Raawhiti Te Rangi

Emery's hand in his was so familiar that Rāwhiti ached with it, and he longed to just pull Emery in; to hold him close and pretend the last horrible year had never happened; pretend everything was fine just like it had been at the end of the last school year. Those budding warm feelings...

The paper clutched in Rāwhiti's hand felt like a death certificate, and he was fighting the instinct to tear it up; to drop it on the ground, trample all over it, go right back and do his school years over again. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He was going to be a star player all...

Looking up at the stage ahead, Rāwhiti felt like a condemned man looking at the waiting gallows. Everything he loved; everything he wanted to do with his life, he was leaving it behind at Hogwarts. He hadn't heard anything from a single professional team; the offers he had always imagined...

He had known that Emery would be surprised, but the shock in his boyfriend's face still struck Rāwhiti like a dagger. He did his best to smile through it, trying to ignore the panicked thudding of his heart. This was going to be alright. It had to be alright. Emery just didn't realise he was...

Rāwhiti's heart raced in his chest, head swimming with a kind of dizzying nerves he had never experienced before. This was big, the biggest thing he had ever done, it was only natural to be filled with jitters. He let go of Emery and stepped back, fumbling in his pocket quickly. It was only a...

On one hand, the Valentines dance was just another in a long line of 'lasts' this year - last Halloween, last Yule Ball, last Quidditch match - but it was still different. This was the last last. There were no more dances or events to come. Just the NEWTs he would do terribly in, before...

A low 'oof' escaped Rāwhiti as the bludger hit him in his side, distracting him from the watch he had been keeping on the chasers. He looked to see who had done the deed, giving Santiago a supportive thumbs up.

Rāwhiti kept one eye on his teammates as he searched for the snitch, wishing he could really feel his heart in the game.

Gryffindor,Practice Sick to the stomach didn't quite cover how Rāwhiti felt, but it was close. His time at school was drawing to an end, and he didn't have anything real to show for it. He'd let his team down over and over again, and the Quidditch career he had always wanted was nowhere...

Rāwhiti never expected Emery to be all that emotionally open - he had known his boyfriend far too long to be bothered by his usual dryness and walls - so it was a surprise just how easily Emery soothed him. It wasn't enough to stop the sobs shaking his body, but he was able to lean more into...

Rāwhiti had just been teasing, but he couldn't help the blank look of surprise that washed over his face at the younger boy's answer. It was just like listening to Emery in first year. He wasn't surprised that Emery seemed actually interested in him - Emery wasn't interested in most people at...

It said a lot, Rāwhiti supposed, that he didn't so much as flinch as Emery joined him. He couldn't even fathom what he would do if anyone else came near - bolt, almost certainly. He felt sick with grief and pain and embarrassment, but somehow Emery was still a comfort. Solid, steady - he...

Rāwhiti knew that with the match against Hufflepuff coming up there were more important ways to spend his time than playing gobstones, but he also knew how much it meant to him when Emery came to watch his Quidditch games. He hadn't told his boyfriend he was planning to come to the Gobstones...

Relieved to have another catch under his belt, Rāwhiti gave the snitch some time to escape before he resumed the search.

Gliding across the pitch, Rāwhiti perked up as a flash of gold caught his eye. He pressed close to his broom and shot forwards, arm outstretched, and let out a sigh of relief as his fingers closed around the snitch again. Maybe he wasn't completely doomed against Hufflepuff...