I played my first hockey game when I was 3 years old and I scored 10 goals, but that’s not the point ‘cause I scored 5 goals in my own net and 5 in the other. My mom had to sit behind the opponent’s net so I knew where to score. -AG
It’s dumb. It’s incredibly dumb and completely unfounded and totally unreasonable and he definitely, most assuredly, one hundred and ten million percent should not be thinking it because there’s no way, no reasoning, no evidence, and no defense for the absolute garbage his brain is coming up with.
He’s still thinking it.
The problem was… Nursey was all types of beautiful. Every type of beautiful, if Chris was being honest with himself here, as he idly flipped through his texts for class. He glanced up at Nursey where he sat across from him at their spot in the library, intently taking notes by hand from where he’d typed them up on his laptop. His brow creased a little and he crossed a few things out, then tapped delicately at his lip, and Chris found himself getting the soft butterflies that still hadn’t stopped fluttering despite the fact that they were months into their relationship.
Alternatively, Sirius is amazing at hockey.
It takes them two years to realize it, for some reason, but they notice that the entire lake freezes over in the winter, so Sirius and Remus go skating together. Remus tries to teach Sirius to skate more gracefully and Sirius tries to teach Remus how to score goals into a makeshift net that Padfoot magically constructed. They’re both pretty bad at the opposite discipline but they laugh and fall onto each other, and there were a few times before they actually started dating in seventh year when Sirius would fall in Remus’ arms while trying to make a jump, and they would land on top of each other on the ice and stare at the other’s eyes for a few seconds before helping each other up and laughing nervously.