Sin
All she wanted was some quiet. Really. Was that too much to ask?
Apparently it was.
The Gryffindor common room was anything but quiet that night. Everyone was shouting about exactly what they thought would happen at the match tomorrow and what would really happen, but wouldn't it be so funny if this happened?
Lily really hated pre-game nights. She didn't mind quidditch. Honestly. It was an entertaining and thoroughly amusing game. But was it really necessary to get so inflamed about it? Of course, the actual reason she was so annoyed tonight was because she had been procrastinating over an essay she knew she shouldn't have for two weeks and really needed to finish it before the weekend. Because she absolutely couldn't bear to do work when the first lovely spring weather of Hogwarts had finally arrived. She just couldn't.
She wanted to scream in frustration.
"Oi, Evans! Who do you reckon'll win tomorrow?" a voice shouted at her.
Lily looked up from her paper, completely exasperated, into the eyes of one very bouncy Sirius Black.
"Yeah! Whaddaya think?" James Potter asked, sidling up next to Lily's armchair.
She sighed. This had been bound to happen eventually. It was silly of her to think she'd be left alone. Even though she and Potter were not close friends in any sense, he always liked to talk to her. For the past four years of her life, she had had to deal with his overwhelming presence. And even though she had dealt with him as calmly as she could, she really was not in the mood right now.
Which was why she ground out the words, "I don't think anything. I don't care."
The shock and horror on their faces almost made her laugh.
"But—but," Black flustered.
"You don't care?" Potter exclaimed, thunderstruck. "That's a sin! You can't not care about quidditch!"
"And yet I don't. Funny isn't it?" Lily remarked, hoping to offend him into leaving.
Potter moved his lips soundlessly for a few moments before a knowing smile spread across his face. "Okay," he said. "I get it."
"Get what?" Lily asked warily.
"You're just trying to trick me," he said with an air of someone who realized he was being duped. "You really do care about quidditch."
Lily stared at him, not quite sure if he was mad or not. He gazed back at her with that stupid, silly grin stretched across his face. "I really don't," she said slowly.
"Oh, but you do," he said with an assured nod. "Don't worry about it Evans." He patted her shoulder.
He was most assuredly mad.
"I'm going to bed," Lily said, rolling her eyes.
"Okay you little joker."
Lily managed to glare at him until he couldn't see her face before relenting to the smile tugging at her lips. And as she settled into bed, Lily realized that she had forgotten all about her previous aggravation.
Weird.
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