A/N: To my male readers - this is another slightly girl short, and you may not want to read it. Just warning you.
Laundry.
Ugh; how I hate it. It's so tedious – a thankless cycle of putting in and sorting out, which is necessary to do unless clean clothes are undesired.
With a sigh, I put my freshly laundered clothes into my basket to take to my dormitory. I need to go upstairs and finish some work that I have been procrastinating, and laundry is not my first choice of activity.
When I have all of my things together, I am about to leave when James Potter enters with his own laundry.
"Hey Lily," he says brightly, much to my discontent.
"Bye, James." I walk away without another word; James is so stubborn, and I don't see why he doesn't understand my sarcasm or less-than-subtle hints.
I sort out all of my clothes and count to make sure I have everything. I then realize that I'm one bra short. I frown; where could it be? I check through my pile of garments, but it is nowhere to be found. I look everywhere, but the bra isn't there. Frustrated, I put away everything else, but keep trying to think where it might be.
A few minutes later, a highly red-faced James knocks on my door. I allow him in and he is holding a pink bra in his hand.
"Is this yours? I found it on the ground in the laundry room," he tells me. I see immediately that it is indeed my own, and I blush as red as he is.
"Yes. Thank you." I snatch the bra from him and shut the door in his face before I can take another look at him.
Being a girl can be the worst thing in the world sometimes.