"You're just jealous 'cos I've got much better
rating than you do", James said loudly as he and Sirius walked into the Great
Hall the next day.
"I am not", Sirius said angrily. "I just want you
to play as a team. Not as a battle troop captain!"
The whole Hall by now was glancing over the entrance, wondering who
could be fighting at a Saturday morning. They were shocked to see the two boys
which were known school wide as the best of friends shouting at each other.
"Stop being such a sore loser, Black", James muttered
curtly and hurried towards the Gryffindor table and sat himself between Lily
Evans and Peter Pettigrew while Sirius took a seat next to Remus Lupin. The three
looked at them at then to each other.
"Erm, Sirius? James?" Remus murmured timidly.
"What?" they both snapped.
"Is something going on?"
"Nothing with me, Remus. It's just that Mr.
Sorehead Black here is angry 'cos I played Quidditch better than he does!"
"Just because you're having a Cleansweep Seven
doesn't mean you played better than I do!"
"I can't help it if you're a loser!"
"Look who's talking!"
They glared at each other across the table. James caught the expression
on Severus Snape's face at the Slytherin table- he was smirking maliciously. Slimeball
git! He thought. Well, have a happy birthday then, Snape………
Sirius grinned at him without anyone else seeing and
James winked back.
Lily looked at them in despair. "James, Sirius,
please. Everyone's watching….."
"So?" James snapped at her.
"What's going on here?"
"I told you what's going on between us, Lily! Haven't
you been listening?"
"What's wrong with you two? You've never fight
before-"
"It's a start then!" Sirius declared and grabbed
the basket of bread which James was about to reach.