Summary: When you're a Seeker, all you have to do is avoid the Bludgers and keep your eye on the Golden Snitch. When you're Lily Luna, and you have a crush ,all you have to do is avoid the boy and keep your eyes off him. Lilycentric, LilyxOC, ScorpiusxRose is mentioned.
"Rose, how many times do I have to tell you?" I ask exasperatedly. "I do not want to go out with any your friends, thank you very much."
Rose and I had run around in this particular circle many, many times before. I wasn't interested in boys, I preferred to focus on Quidditch and my schoolwork. Besides, a boyfriend at this point would just complicate things, my O. W. Ls are coming up. I have explained this to my cousin at least ten times, but she is determined. Well, now that she's dating Scorpius she's determined.
"And aren't your friends all seventh years, anyway? Albus wouldn't be too thrilled if he found out I was dating a seventh year." Rose and I were sitting in my dorm; she had plunked herself down on my scarlet bedspread, leaving me to sit on Alice's beside it. Her roommates didn't like it when I was in the Ravenclaw dorms, so usually Rose and me hung out in my home-away-from-home.
"Not all of them. There's a few that are actually fifth years like you. I know them from the Quidditch team." Rose has it all; the good looks, the gorgeous red hair (not orange, like mine), the good grades, the perfect boyfriend, and she was captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
"So who is this poor bloke that's supposedly perfect for me this time?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. The last date I had been coerced into going on turned out to be a bit of a disaster. I still had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder-style flashbacks. (I was in Muggle Studies, and my professor had gotten very off-topic and started to talk about PTSD. It was good fun.) The last boy I had been set up with was a Hufflepuff named Dylan, a sixth year. All he wanted to talk about was my dad, and he was terribly rude to me.
"Aw, come on Lils. Have an open mind," my cousin says, pretending to pout. She's really good at that. Pouting, I mean. She does it a lot, to get people to do what she wants.
I lean over, nearly falling off Alice's bed, and flick Rose on her cheek. "Stop that. I do have an open mind, that's why I asked," I point out. "Just tell me this guy's name?"
Rose pauses for a second. "…Joseph Wood," she mumbles.
Oh, bloody Hell. Joseph Wood is the opposite of perfect for me. And that's what I tell Rose. "Merlin, Rose. Just because we both like Quidditch! Have you forgotten what he did to me when we were kids at my mum's Quidditch match?"
His dad, the famous Oliver Wood, coached the Holyhead Harpies for a while. We were both at a match, him with his mum and older sister and me with my dad and brothers. After the match, our parents took us onto the pitch to congratulate the team on yet another win. A photographer from the Prophet wanted a picture with the coach and the star player and their children. We all gathered and smiled, and just as the picture was taken, Joseph tripped me, sending me face first to the ground. Worst of all is that the Prophet published the photo anyway. So my humiliation was on the front page.
"Seriously, Lily? He's apologised for that roughly six billion times, and you guys were seven!" Rose exclaims, throwing her hands in the air in frustration. "He fancies you, I know he does by the way he looks at you. When we played Gryffindor last week, he wasn't even trying to find the Snitch, he was just staring at you."
"He was dazzled by my amazing Quidditch skills," I quip. "That's probably why he got hit with that Bludger." If there's one thing I'm good at, it's holding a grudge.