A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club March
Disney Challenge: Wendy Pleakley: Write about someone pretending to know more than they do.
Showtime: 13 - My Eyes Adored You – (relationship) Childhood Friends
Liza's Loves: 29 - Potters Clay - Write about a Potter
Scamander's Case: 8 - (color) gold
A/N 2: Lily and Hugo are nine in this fic. James is 13.
Word Count: 600
"Three of spades! I win!" Lily Luna Potter exclaimed, grabbing the stack of cards. Hugo stared at her. The pair had been trying to play go fish for the last hour. Lily had apparently decided she didn't care about the rules.
"How? That doesn't make any sense," he argued.
"It makes more sense than the stupid rules you were trying to tell me. I think you were just making them up as you went along."
"I was not! Go fish is a real game."
"It's a stupid game," Lily said with a shrug. "Besides, we wouldn't have to play with these boring things if someone hadn't stolen my dice."
"No one stole your dice, Lily. You lost them in a bet with James, remember?" Hugo asked. Lily rolled her hazel eyes.
"Hugo, James cheated on that bet. He had insider knowledge! That's cheating and it means he shouldn't have won and thus he stole my dice," she explained. Hugo stared at his cousin. Lily was the only one he knew who could match his vocabulary and logic sometimes. Today, was one of those days. Lily picked up another card from the deck, flipped it face side up and sighed.
"This is so mundane. I think we should go confiscate my dice from James' room. He stole them anyway," she said, getting up off the floor of the Potters' game room. Despite the fact there was a large table and chairs, Hugo and Lily always sat on the floor. It was something the nine year olds had decided before they could even speak. They even had a special spot. No one else was allowed to sit under the large window.
One time, Albus had sat there coloring. Lily had come in, seen him in her spot and suddenly his coloring book had sprouted crab legs and claws and tried to pinch him. She'd been particularly proud of doing that. She had no idea how she'd done it though. Accidental magic was, in her book, nearly impossible to reproduce.
"That sounds like a bad idea," Hugo said.
"You think anything that's remotely dangerous and exciting is a bad idea," she argued.
"Last time we sneaked into James' room we got covered in dungbombs."
"We'll just have to be more careful this time," Lily said, standing up. "You coming or not?" she asked, looking over at Hugo. He sighed, adjusted his glasses and followed her.
"I still want to go on record for saying this is a bad idea. What if the dice aren't even in there? I mean, he could have put them anywhere."
"His room is the most logical place to start. We start there," she stated. Hugo followed her into James' room. The door didn't seem to be booby-trapped. Lily walked around the room, looking for her glittery golden dice.
"I don't see them."
"He must have hidden them somewhere," she replied, pulling open a drawer. "Ick! Dirty socks!" she exclaimed.
"Nothing under the bed except some magazines."
"What kind?" Lily asked, suddenly interested.
"The kind with naked witches in them," he answered. Lily smiled. Hugo felt a sinking feeling in his chest. This had all the trademarks of a Lily Luna idea.
"Forget the dice! We can make him give them back to me using these. Hand them to me," she ordered. Lily took the magazines and darted off to her room. Hugo sighed. This was going to turn out badly, he just knew it. Things always somehow turned out bad when Lily got an idea in her head. And somehow, he was always in the middle of it.
