After a dreadful flying lesson where I nearly broke my arm falling off my broom, I huff off to the common room; people have been laughing at me and I don't wish to stick around for it.
However, James finds me on my way, and I am displeased to see him suppressing a smile.
"Lily, I'm sorry to say it, but you are the worst flyer I've ever seen," he says apologetically with a chuckle.
"Gee, thanks James," I spit.
"But I could teach you some time, if you'd like," he offers. "Give me an hour and you'll be an expert."
"No thank you," I refuse. "I'm not getting on a broomstick again, least of all with you next to me."
James rolls his eyes but smiles at me. "You don't have to freak out on me – it's actually a lot of fun. You would like it."
"I'd really like it if you stopped continuing this topic and left me alone," I say pointedly.
"I can take a hint," he says, dejected nonetheless. "See you later."
Normally, I would make a cutting remark, but this time, I don't; I simply stalk off to find Ainsley.
I have now officially decided that sports are evil, evil inventions.