It's a l/j thing. And they've got issues (w/ eachother). Please r/r, i don't care if u flame.
"I can show you some moves, if you want. I know, I know, you know you'll never be as good as me, but that's no reason to put youself down. I'm far and beyond the average quidditch player, don't trouble yourself by comparing your skills to mine."
Lily lifted an eyebrow at her housemate, trying -hard- to hide her malice and contempt. "Roy, I really don't think that's nessecary."
"Of course it is! I would never wish to deprive a younger, inferior student of my all knowing wisdom!" Gildroy exclaimed, looking severly taken aback.
"It's really okay," Lily sighed, because it really wasn't, and being attacked (literally) by this egotistacal fifth year was not helping her out. "I'm not worried ... well, I am...-" but Gildroy didn't hear her; he was to busy babbling about how to style your hair for a quidditch match.
"Hey Evans!" Lily turned, slowly, to find James Potter towering over her.
"You called?" She asked, sarcasm creeping into her voice.
"Rumor has it," he told her, smiling widely. "That Miss-I've-got-the-best-grades-of-the-whole-entire-fourth-years has taken to trying out for the Quidditch team."
"Rumor also has it," Lily retorted, unable to contain herself, "that a certain chaser for the gryffindor team is worried that he might lose his spot- to a girl who never played quidditch until four years ago.
"You said it," James smiled smotheringly and condesendingly, in a way that made Lily think Gildroy's smiles were prefferable. "A girl...one's who never played quidditch before...and above all, a GIRL! Wait, remind me, I'm supposed to be... worried? Was that the word? For someone with such a big vocabualary, I don't think you know the proper use of that word."
Lily opened her mouth, but James's best friend, Sirius Black, cut in, which was fortunate, because she couldn't think of anything to say. "Prongs old buddy, I think she has a point." Sirius's eyes glinted. "I mean, to beat the Slytherins, the Hufflepuffs, the Ravenclaws, all the seventh years... and lose it all to Lily Evans." Sirius shook his head slowly, and patted James on the back in mocl sympathy. "Sucks for you, my friend."
Lily had recovered her tongue by now. "Don't worry, Sirius, I think he's used to it." She gave a long, dramatic sigh. "After all, he's second in Potions... to me, second in Transfiguration... to me, second in Defense against Dark Arts... yet again, to me. Come on, James, even you should be able to detect a pattern."
"Why are you so cold, Lily?" James asked her, with just a tinge of seriousness that was soon replaced. "Honestly, you talk and it's like a winter storm coming out of you're breath."
Lily didn't condesend to answer. Actually, she couldn't think of a reply. So she turned around, and left.
"You know," Gildroy swung himself around in front of James, blocking his gaze as he watched Lily clamber up the stairs, "What she said isn't entirely correct. I mean, by all technicality, yes, you are number two. But, well, I just can't bring myself to defeat those so clearly inferior to myself."
"Gildroy, buddy." Sirius draped his arm around Gildroy. "Have you done that History essay yet? I was thinking you could do mine..."
Lily wasn't happy. Not by any stretch of the imagination.
"You don't like him, do you?" Karana asked, slightly unwisely.
Lily glared at her. "No, I don't."
"I guessed," Karana said, displaying the extent of her wisdom.
Lily sauntured down the the Quidditch field.
It was true, she'd never even heard of Quidditch until she came to Hogwarts. But she'd fallen in love with the sport from the word 'up' , and the opinion had never changed. She had so much pent up frustration from acting perfect all day, it was a relief to finally let her anger out in a series of loops, dives, and spins.
"I must admit," she heard as she skidded to the ground. "I would never have thought it possible. Did you learn it out of a book?"
"You wonder I don't warm right up to you?" Lily asked, meet James eye for eye.
"Maybe if the two of you got a bit closer..." Sirius suggested, a grin creeping onto his face.
"I'd sooner kiss Gildroy, the conceited idiot," Lily told them.
"Intresting concept." James looked as though he'd been waiting for her to say those exact words. "I prupose a bet. That is, as long as gambling doesn't go against you're moralistic values."
"You know, James," Lily told him, her face the very image of calmness. "I don't think you're really such a jerk. You're just a coward who hides behind this macho guy facade."
"And you're a girl who like to pretend she's perfect when -gasp- wouldn't you know it, she's human," James retorted. Sirius watched with intrest. "Are we making a bet or not?"
"On what?" Lily scowled; she really didn't want to do this.
"Quidditch tryouts." James smiled. "You know, those things that are starting in five minutes."
"I'll set the stakes then." Lily smiled; it was James's turn to frown. "I make the team, you get up in assembly and make an announcement on how girls are better than guys in everything they do. I don't make the team...
"You get to kiss your beloved Gildroy... or me, if you prefer." James smiled.
"I think I'll go with Gildroy." Lily didn't smile.
"It's a deal, then," James held out his wand, quite professionally and with just a tiny bit of seriousness. Lily touched it with her own.
"You know," Sirius said, as he and James left to get changed. "You have an odd way of showing you like someone."
"Well how else... I don't like her," James stumbled.
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Uh-huh. Sure, Prongs."
So, kinda short, I know, but r/r if you like it, so I can write the next one.