“God, but he’s gorgeous,” Regulus says mindlessly, his eyes trained on the other boy’s abs.

“Isn’t he?” Lily mumbles beside him in agreement.

Right on cue, James slips on the wet concrete and stumbles, falling face-first with a resounding smack. Regulus drops his head in his hands. Lily can’t help but watch as James quickly pushes himself back up, brushing off the other swimmers’ concerned offers of help with a carefree laugh and a blinding smile. Evan snickers and casually tosses an arm over the other boy’s shoulder, tugging him over to the changing rooms. James goes along with him, his head blissfully empty.

Lily stares after him in resignation. “God, but he’s an idiot.”

“Isn’t he?” Regulus sighs into his hands.