A/N: Hello! My name is Amy. I have yet to write a full fanfiction, but I've decided to create this fanfiction and share some of my drabbles and hopefully become inspired by the feedback.
This was written for Day 1 of the Jily AU week a while back, and I know it's short, but here you go.
She was the golden girl; the best Quidditch player Hogwarts had seen for over three decades. When she was flying, all you saw is red. Red from the quaffle she's grasped tightly and red from her hair she never seemed to tie up. Lily Evans was tough, she was fierce, and this terrified James Potter.
He used to be the best, and in his mind, he still is however, as soon as Hogwarts announced a new transfer student from Beauxbatons and she strutted through those doors, her red hair waving messily at her shoulders, he knew that she was going to be the death of him. She was beautiful in every way, and this petrified him.
When she was sorted into Ravenclaw, she seemed slightly unsatisfied as she walked to join the table. Her gripping eyes scanned the Gryffindor table with envy. When it was spread around the school that she was now on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, everyone was looking forward to see her play.
James pulled his gloves over his hands, closing and opening them until their fit pleased him. He straightened his glasses that had slipped passed his bridge and cleared his throat, glaring at Sirius.
"You think she's as good as everyone says she is?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"You're talking about that Evans girl, aren't you? I guess we'll just have to wait and see," Sirius replied.
The game escaladed quickly; Ravenclaw has already scored three times and Gryffindor once. The speed that Lily traveled at appeared dangerous, and James accepted the challenge. As she seized the round quaffle under her arms, her stern eyes scanned the field for an open pass. When she didn't find one, the opportunity seemed clear-cut.
She zoomed towards the goal posts, James close on her tail with a smirk on his face. Lily continued to speed up and soon next to her was the Gryffindor with the black hair and the glasses, his eyes fixated on the quaffle in her arms. Thinking quickly, Lily sent him a mischievous grin before stopping suddenly on her broom. James continued flying forwards and became confused. Where had she gone?
It was too late however, because when he turned around, she was already celebrating yet another goal. He could've sworn that as she clapped her hands together and got patted on the back by her teammates that she looked over at James- his mouth still hanging open from shock- and winked.
Lily Evans was beautiful in every way, and James Potter just fell in love.