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Rāwhiti Te Rangi, with Emery Mettlestone

Rāwhiti was starting to get back into the flow of how Marnie talked, after the usual adjustment period passed. He let her get to the end of her thought before chiming back in. "I mean, I've been asking him to stop." He shrugged. "I've told him off heaps in practice and he just keeps going."...

Rāwhiti watched Marnie struggling with her books, feeling like he should help but with no actual idea for how. Not that he would have gotten in a word edgeways to offer, with Marnie off at a million miles an hour as usual. He gave a small snort of laughter at her tips, shaking his head. "I'm...

Rāwhiti Te Rangi Gryffindor Sixth Year

Rāwhiti Te Rangi Seeker & Captain

Rāwhiti Te Rangi Gryffindor

Rāwhiti had never been one for second-guessing his own actions, but even as he pulled Emery into the kiss he wasn't sure it was the right call. Relief flooded through him a moment later, when the feeling of Emery's lips pressing back informed him that it had, very much, been the right call. He...

Rāwhiti knew that starting a conversation with Marnie was always... risky, but he somehow still wasn't braced for the unleashing of energy, blinking a little as he held on to her potions book. "Sounds... busy." He said with an uncomfortable smile. On a better day he'd be all too eager to...

Rāwhiti's heart hammered in his chest, far faster than it had when he had been chasing after the snitch. Somehow Emery had come over all cool and confident, while Rāwhiti felt a little bit like he was going to be sick with nerves. Still, he did his best to match Emery's energy, giving a soft...

Rāwhiti snorted and leaned back slightly. "I plan stuff! I plan stuff all the time!" He said insolently, though Emery's next question then took him further aback. "I - because!" He said, struggling for words. "I - you know! Usual... usual kissing reasons! That's why."

Rāwhiti couldn't help a nervous laugh when Emery actually called it the snitch. Liar. He was totally gonna use that next time Emery pretended not to know what the balls were called. His laugh died at the next question though and he nodded, still feeling a little like he was in a trance. "I...

Rāwhiti couldn't help wishing Emery hadn't broken the trance-like uncertainty between them, a weak laugh escaping him. "Wouldn't... wouldn't be much of a seeker if I couldn't even tell who I was pashing, would I?" He asked, trying to lighten the mood, but his throat caught a little on the word...

Emery seemed just as dazed as Rāwhiti felt, but at least he wasn't freaking out. That was something. Or... wasn't panicking about it. "Oh..." Rāwhiti said, lowering Emery back to the ground easily. "Here..." He ducked down, quickly picking the book up and handing it to him. "Sorry..."

The buzzing joy under his skin drove Rāwhiti on as he crashed into Emery, easily lifting him off his feet into a tight hug. "I DID IT!" He cried out, spinning Emery around and pressing a rough, smiling kiss to his lips. "I did it, I did it, I won! I caught the snitch! We're going to the...

Rāwhiti could still feel the ghost of the snitch's wings fluttering against his hand as he bounded out of the pitch to join the throng of people leaving the pitch, still clad in his sweaty quidditch leathers. He had taken a moment to celebrate with the team, then abandoned them as they went...