Flying apples
I had an apple everyday. It was my daily morning and breakfast ritual. Wake up at 6:30, get dressed, wait for my best friend Alice, and then skip off to the Great Hall to grab a lovely, ripe, juicy, red apple and devour it to the core. You took my apple you literally DIED! Or so Alice told me anyway, because apparently in fourth year someone stole the last apple and I was furious and I even went to the lengths of hunting that said person down. Lets just say he never ever touched an apple again.
And so my ritual continued, and I was now in seventh year as head girl and I had my fair share of red apples, which was until someone, being Dumbledore, decided we had to have a change. Green apples invaded and the red apples were banished. You could just about say that I was devastated. Looking back upon those times, I'm surprised I got that far into an addiction. We I was distraught, even to the brink of asking James Potter, yes, the James Potter of the infamous Marauders, where the kitchens and the house elves were. I was so very close to asking as well. But I did have several of what Alice called: 'brain battles' in my head, where she said I screwed my face up, to the point where it became contorted. But, I didn't go to James. Instead the apples came to me. At first it was like 'yay! Gimmie' but Alice being the nice, kind and caring person she is took them away saying that they could be 'poisoned'. Yeah right… right?
They came one a day, at the same time I used to have them. Always with a note. Always saying something like: 'enjoy the apple' or 'happy apple day, dearest Lily'. It wasn't particularly original but it was good to have the attention of someone even if I had no clue about who they were. When I finally convinced Alice that the apples weren't poisoned or charmed she gave them back! And I devoured all of them within the hour! And yes I did get many stares in the common room; because of the rate I was munching the delicious apples, but I was past caring. Only until a 'stray' flying apple hit me in the back of the head. Ah! My daily apple has arrived people! I must have looked very elated by the presence of the said apple because I heard a snigger from the far end of the common room, presumably what sounded like Sirius Black.
I slowly turned around, a dangerous aura surrounding me, glaring all the while. A few first years scampered. Wimps. My glare fell upon Black and he obviously cowered, furiously tapping Remus on the back.
"Not now, Padfoot! Some people do try to do homework you know!"
Black visibly gulped and turned a pale shade of white, which I didn't even know existed. Of the seven years he has known me did he never seem to absorb that you never ever laugh at Lily Evans. Before I knew it, my luscious and enticing apple had disappeared from my hand and was flying towards his "attractive face". SPLAT! Ouch, even I heard that kind of contact. Great, what a waste of yummy apple. Gee. Brilliant way to start the day. Yes I said start. Obviously my brain was on strike today, because it is a Sunday, the day of almighty rest. And yes I did wake up at eight on a on a Sunday because eating apples, red apples, has taken over my life. I needed to find that mysterious apple sender.