"James Potter, you are cheating!"
"For the last bloody time, Lily, I am not cheating!"
Lily huffed indignantly, moving her knight. "You must be. I am not this horrible at chess. Your move."
"Well, Lils, sometimes you're not the best at everything," James said gently, moving his queen. "Go."
"And what the bleeding hell is that supposed to mean?" she asked through narrowed eyes. "Yours."
James sighed, ruffling his impossible hair. "Nothing, love. I didn't mean anything by it. Next."
Lily made her next move, smiling triumphantly. "Yes! Checkmate! I told you I'm bloody good at chess."
James grinned, shaking his head. "Merlin, Lil! Where did that come from? I've been winning since the beginning of the match!"
"Slow and steady wins the race, love," she said smugly, sitting back in her chair as James began to put away the chess set.
"James?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you let me win?"