1 Corinthians 13:4-8 – Love doesn't boast …
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One of the proudest days of Sirius' life was the day that he made the Quidditch team. He had gone around bragging to every person who would listen.
He was on the team. He was a beater. He was going to win the Quidditch Cup.
"Hey, Snivellus! Did you hear the news? I made the Quidditch team!" he said smugly.
Snape scoffed. "They must be pretty desperate if they let you on the team."
Sirius' arrogant smile faltered. "Why didn't you try out for the team, Snivellus? Oh, wait. I forgot that you're not good at anything except sucking up to Lily."
A dark blush swept over the Slytherin's cheeks. He glowered and began to search in his robes for his wand. Before he had the chance to find it, Sirius rushed forward and shoved him to the floor. Then Sirius took off down the hall, cackling madly.
"See you around, Snivellus!"