They were a perfect match, those two. The condescending bully and the simpering gossip, the two most popular people in the school, at least with the people whose opinions were listened to. Which is to say, other, lesser bullies and other, lesser gossips; not us, not the outcasts. He was rich and athletic, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and heir to the massive Potter fortunes. She was witty and beautiful, with long red hair, bright green eyes and a sharp and biting remark always on her lips. My God, we how hated them. They were so shallow, such an absolutely foolish waste of talent. She could have been so much more than a trophy wife; she had the brains and the skill to be a charms expert and the raw power to be a champion dueler, but she threw it all away to marry a rich man, of the stupid things. And him, playing at being an Auror, when his NEWT scores were high enough that he could actually have gone to the Auror Academy and been one for real. Equal in their giftedness, and equal in wasting their gifts, Lily and James Potter were the perfect match.