Unique theme of the summer camp. It's summer but winter. It's winter but summer. Confusing, but Javier didn't really mind it. The only thing on his mind right now was flying practice. The boy walked out of his tent and went to a spot that was good enough for him to practice his broom riding. He couldn't miss his training, especially when he was about to compete in a few days.

Once the boy found the perfect spot, he pulled his Silver Arrow from his satchel. It was shining under the sun, a sign that the broom was taken care of dearly by its owner. A smirk was imprinted on Javier's face before he said, "Let's fly fast and faster," to the broom. He threw his satchel on the ground and prepared to fly.

The boy rode on the broom and kicked the ground, making him levitate a few meters. He leaned his body forward and swoosh! The boy flew fast. He made some maneuvers and tried to evade some obstacles. He repeated this routine two or three times, then went back to the ground.

Sweat was glistening on his forehead. A smile was shining. The feeling of flying fast somewhat increased the boy's serotonin. "Good job," he said. Not only for himself, but for his broom as well.

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Not long after Javier landed, he heard a familiar voice calling his name. It was Briar, one of the boy he really close. They often met in flying practice. Well, where could Javier meet his friend outside his flying practice? He spent most of his time flying even in a bad weather. With a wide grin and a wave, Javier greeted him back, "Yo, Mate!" The boy mimicked the greeting of someone he saw in London.

Javier chuckled at Briar's comment about his saying a good job at his broom. "That's necessary! I told you, this boy," Javier patted his Silver Arrow before continuing, "He needs appreciation. That's how you can fly faster and faster!" Javier indeed was making that up. He did everything to fly fast. He even secretly sang to his broom after he read an article that music could make plants grow faster and healthier.

"I'm not done yet. Just landed to take a rest. You know, this summer camp thing makes me nervous." He shook his head and revised his words, "No no. People from other schools make me nervous." Javier tightened his grip on his broom. "Maybe because I haven't seen them flying." Briar was the only person in school he could share his worry. Well, most of his worry was about flying but still, he was the only one, not even his teammate. He acted prideful to hide his vulnerable feelings from the people. "But I am sure I am the best one here," he smirked, showing back his mask.

He looked at Briar's outfit from head to toe. "What about you, Mate?", he emphasized the slang he often heard in the place. "Any business around here?"

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Briar's comment about Javier's being nervous and the chance of him getting new flying friends made Javier chuckle. He is probably right. Perhaps after this, Javier would make friends with other broom racers from other schools. Javier wondered how the system would be this time. He had never flown at the other country before and Castelobruxo only sent four of their racers.

Briar might regret complimenting Javier's flying. It was just like fueling the boy's ego and pride. And yes, Javier felt that for a second until he realized something. His eyes widened at the mention of Briar's mother. "Your mom is here?" Javier looked around, looking for a woman that looked like Briar. Javier never knew the family of Briar. He had never told Briar or anyone else about his family either. He never cared about other's family business. His head was always full of how to fly faster or how to make an exciting party. "Where is she?" He shook his head, "No no. Why is she here?" Javier thought that no parents would go with them to London. At least, that was what his parents doing. They would probably be glad their son wasn't home. A sight of relief for them that they would not have to listen to their son's babblement on 'How to Fly 101'.

Javier stopped looking at Briar once he showed self-consciousness. "Nothing," he shook his head before continuing, "I want to fly again. Want to join me? You can comment a thing or two after that." He said it with a grin on his face.

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"Your mom works for Hogwarts?" Javier was surprised by the statement. "That's so cool! So you must often use products from here, huh?" Javier asked. His eyes glint with amusement and curiosity. "Have you tried the broom from this place?" And yes. A question for a broom. It is not Javier if he isn't asking about brooms and flying. He wondered which country produced the best broomsticks.

Briar told him that his broom was in the tent. "Sure. We can share." Javier got on his Silver Arrow first before inviting Briar. "Hop on!" He waited for Briar to get on the broomstick. "I will fly super fast. But first," Javier took Briar's hands and made them tangled around his waist. "Hold on tight. We don't want any accident, do we?" Javier chuckled. "Ready?" After getting his approval, Javier made his broomstick fly.

It was slow and steady at first until they reached the height where they could see the obstacles. They weren't an actual obstacle. It was just the things Javier had decided to be obstacles for his training: Trees, walls, waterfall (how they added a waterfall inside the stadium was the thing Javier didn't know), and the last was Quidditch's rings "Ready or not, I fly faster!"

The broom was flying faster and faster. Javier bent down his body to reduce the air friction so he could fly fast. The first obstacle was the trees. Javier made manoeuvres to avoid hitting the trees while maintaining his speed. His eyes were super focused, and his broomstick grip was tight. He didn't stop and continued to fly passing the wall.

It was better than his flight before this. Perhaps it was the fruit of constant practice or an act to get approval from his best friend. Whatever it was, Javier's flying was almost perfect. The next was the waterfall. "This is my favourite," He flew past the falling water, trying to nullify its pressure. He succeeded, even though it still made their clothes damp from the water. "Ha!" Javier exclaimed. As the finishing, Javier flew past the middle Quidditch ring. He started to slow down his broom, followed by a giggle. "How is it?"

They were still in the sky. Below, they could see the scenery of the Summer Camp. Tents stood tall and people looked so small. The boys claimed the sky as theirs for a moment.

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His abdomen was stiffened from the chuckle. Insane, he said. Javier couldn't be more proud of himself. It was like the other boy fed him an ego that he constantly thrives no matter how many compliments he had gotten from flying fast. His heart beat quickly and his breath shortened. But his serotonin level slowly decreased, making him calmer and allowing him to realise his surroundings.

He was warped by his friend.

A realization that he should have before he made Briar hold him. It was no problem, really, but that day was different. Javier felt a weird sensation, moving from his abdomen to his chest. It was like the butterflies in his stomach decided to fly up to his chest, filling it with no room left. Javier wanted to take all the things that filled his chest and made him feel this weird feeling but he couldn't. Awkwardness suddenly flowed into his emotion-perceiving part of his brain, making him decide to fly down, under a big tree.

Javier cleared his throat once both of them got off from the broom. Javier could see Briar clearly. This calm state made him notice everything about the boy: his eyes, jaws, and... lips. What was this feeling actually? Javier wondered. Was it the same as how his father felt whenever he saw his mom? It puzzled the boy. But his body seemed to have its own mind. It was like his body was charmed by part-veelas or ordered by the Imperio Curse. But he didn't fight it.

His body embraced Briar's in his hug.

His heart was unusually beating quickly. It should have slowed down but no, it kept beating faster and faster. Was it because of his anxiety about his upcoming racing match? Or perhaps it was caused by another thing which Javier himself didn't know. It was peculiar, as peculiar as Javier let his head move a bit to see Briar's face clearly. His eyes trace the feature of his notable features, igniting something in his chest to explode. And the next thing was never been expected from the airhead.

He kissed the boy.

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