A/N: For the Mount Potter Competition (21/55: Diffindo)
Lily looks at him with uncertainty, nervously grasping her wand. "This is sweet and all, but don't you think it's a bit...risky?" she asks.
James shrugs, propping against the desk. "Probably. But can't have you running around being rubbish at a Charm, can I?" he teases. "Might have to alert the Prophet. 'Promising Young Witch Has Flaw After All, Sources Say.'"
"I hate you."
"You don't." A smirk curls at his lips, and Lily can't stay mad at him. Once, she had hated his arrogance, the way he's always overly confident. Now, it's just another thing that comes with loving James Potter.
She makes a show of scowling, pointing her wand at the bag in his hands. Taking a deep breath, she moves her wrist. "Diffindo!"
A ripping sound fills the air, and for a moment Lily thinks she's done it. She cheers, only for the sound to die as she realizes the bag is still intact. "But I- What did I hit?"
Clearing his throat, James gestures towards his shirt, revealing a long tear that exposes his stomach. "Really, Evans, I know you want to rip my clothes off, but this is ridiculous."
Laughing, Lily shakes her head. "Shut up."