Author's Note: Hey guys! I am hitting a bit of a rut on my other story, Between the Pages. I love writing it, and I am by no means stopping, but I am waiting for a bit more inspiration to strike as to avoid posting something that's not all that great and disappointing you guys. Until then, I am reverting to my favorite form of inspiration, boot camp prompts! These were in a list where you were supposed to choose a single setting and write 50 drabbles. I may not make it to 50, but I am sure as hell going to try. My setting, obviously, is the Quidditch pitch. I'm also going to keep working on my other set of Jily drabbles, and maybe start some for Harry and Ginny. Let me know what you think! x

Disclaimer: I don't own these guys, I just use them for my own selfish purposes.

i. Convoluted

She watches him fall, his body contorting as he does and she can tell that he's already unconscious. She can't scream, she can hardly move, and the shouts and shrieks of her classmates around her morph into a soft buzzing in her ears as though she's the recipient of a well-directed muffliato spell. She vaguely registers as Dumbledore, sitting a few stands over from her, raises his wand towards James's falling body and bellows something that Lily only can hope is something to cushion the fall of the boy whose body is pelting towards the soggy earth. He slows down, but not enough, and though she can't hear his body hit the ground, she can feel the shockwave of it hit her stomach and send her heart directly into her throat. He's crumpled on the ground, and professors are already surrounding him, blocking his convoluted body from her view. She distantly feels Marlene's hand on her arm and she scrambles down the aisle, not caring what she looks like or what her classmates might think. She hears her name being called by someone but she brushes frustratedly at whoever is still trying to pull her back and tears down the stairs and onto the pitch. She notices that she's not alone. Peter and Remus, who had been sitting next to her in the stands are in front of her, as well as Frank Longbottom and several of the girls from the Marauders' fan club. The girls are shrieking, some even in tears, but Lily doesn't hear this. She doesn't hear as McGonagall calls out "Evans!" as a warning not to get too close, because she's down by his side, her hands on his pale face, her heart racing. When she registers that he's still unconscious, she looks to the stricken professors around her, specifically Dumbledore, looking for answers. He passes his wand over James's body while simultaneously attempting to free his left arm from where its become pinned underneath his torso.

"He's going to be alright," he says calmly, still looking at James but addressing the small crowd around him. "He undoubtedly has several broken bones and perhaps a concussion, but it's nothing that Madame Pomfrey cannot mend in a few day's time."

Lily is conscious of the gradual slowing of her heartbeat, though it rests at a pace far quicker than usual once it has finished its plummet. James is laying flat now, Dumbledore and McGonagall having carefully straightened his limbs, but his arm is bent at an impossible angle and the sight of it causes Lily's chest to constrict painfully.

Dumbledore straightens up and faces Professor McGonagall. "Minerva, do you mind transporting Mr. Potter to the hospital wing?" She nods, waving her wand and causing James's body to levitate several feet off of the ground while remaining flat as if settled on an invisible plank.

"I want to go, too." Lily only halfway realizes she's spoken, and determinedly ignores the faces of her classmates, especially James's friends who she is sure are gawking at her for showing so much concern for a boy whom with she's previously shared only hatred and, much later, timid friendship. She straightens up, smoothing down her skirt awkwardly, her eyes still on James.

"Of course," says Dumbledore, seeming not at all phased by her words, "The Head Girl should indeed go as well."

This decided, McGonagall nods.

"Well, follow me then, Miss Evans."

Lily does as she says, silently, watching as James begins to drift towards the castle slightly in front of her, and doesn't look back to see if her friends are behind her.

"He will be restored to his usual self in a few days, I am certain," McGongall says in what Lily thinks must be an attempt to comfort her, but the redhead bites her lip and focuses very intently on the mud caked onto the sleeve of James's Quidditch uniform. The professor is silent after that, and Lily takes a few running steps until she's right next to James. Her heart is still racing, and seeing his face, a little less pale now, makes it speed up again almost imperceptibly. Seeing him fall like that, almost dying right in front of her, makes her wonder what she would ever do without him.

Thinking this, she reaches up and takes his hand, hanging limply from his position in the air.

She holds on to it, tightly, until they reach the hospital wing.

P.S. I'm going to the beach and won't have wifi for a week, so don't expect many updates but I promise, I will be writing.