Okay...sorry it took me so long, major school work plus the stress of holiday ball...ugh, never, ever, get set up just because you don't feel like taking anyone you know. I can guarantee that's better than taking someone that you don't know. But moving on. Can we say 'rebound' Hehehe...evil laugh
We're back to Lily hates James hates Lily. And Lily, well, Lily's beginning to like someone else. And, because I'm in a bad mood (this is what you get for being set up, they actually want to ask you out. So now everyone thinks i'm going away for the holidays, which of course I'm not) so there is lotsa fighting. Jamsie getting mad.
"AND THEY'RE UP!" Jeff Weasly began yelling into the amplifier. "The quaffle's in play, Potter with it immediatly. Wait... Snape's blocked him off..." Boo's could be hear in the stands. "But Evans, making her debut as Chaser, is wide open by the left goal...HEY! SNAPE STOLE THE QUAFFLE!" Spectator's could hear muffled swearing as Flitwick hastily covered the amplifier. "He shoots...oh, he justs gets it past Weasly...Arthur I may kill you for that... Slytherin up 10-0."
Out on the feild, sparks were flying. Lily zoomed up next to James as Arthur recovered the Quaffle. "Why didn't you pass to me?" she hissed, green eyes narrowed.
"I don't pass to Slytherins." James didn't look her way. Instead, he watched as Snape scored again.
"Damnit, James, we're going to lose the game if you keep acting this way!" Lily looked positively furious. "Do you want to lose?"
"Well I would have thought you wanted too!" Now James faced her, his face as red as Lily's hair. "So you could take your precious Lucius to dance." He sneered as Lucius scored, and Sirius sent a bludger his way. Lucius just barely avoided having his nose broken.
Lily's reply was cut off by Jeff's voice cutting across the stadium. "What's this? Two Gryffindor's...POTTER AND EVANS? WHAT ARE THEY DOING?" More muffled swearing could be heard. "Um...yes... Anterhyst gets the quaffle...he shoots...HE SCORES! THIRTY - TEN SLYTHERIN!"
Lily tossed her hair back, glaring at James. "Whatever. I'm going to go try because I don't want to lose, but just now, Lucius looks a hell of a lot better than you." She dove off to try and intercept Lucius with the Quaffle.
"I heard that," Lucius said, smiling triumphantly as he tried to get past her.
Lily smiled grimly. "That doesn't mean I like you."
"Oh really?" Lucius tossed the quaffle off to Snape, and smiled charmingly at Lily.
For an instance, Lily was revolted.
But in the next instance, she was smiling shyly back. With one last smile over her shoulder, she dove off after Snape.
Lucius's smile turned into a sneer. James, circling above, saw it and glared at Lucius. That lasted until Lily stole the quaffle from Snape and scored. James promptly proceeded to switch his glare from Lucius to Lily.
Watching, Lucius smiled.
"THE SCORE IS TIED!" Jeff sounded positively ecstatic. "Who would have thought, after that humilating start...anyhow, score is thirty to thirty, ... IS THAT THE SNITCH? GO, CHANG-" his voice became muffled once more, and poor little Proffessor Flitwick could be heard screaming things like 'unbiased' into the amplifier. Meanwhile, Jason Flint, in pursuit of the Snitch, ran headlong Lily, and Crabbe, not finding a bludger anywhere, ran poor Will Chang over. The snitch dissappeared once more.
"And the...game...continues." Jeff shuddered, not considering it at all to be a game.
Lily looked up through disheveled hair at Flint, who was glaring nastily at her. "Watch where you're going, Evans."
Lily glared right back, not at all in the mood to deal with him. "Flint, maybe if you could, I don't know, play Quidditch, that wouldn't have happened.
Flint's face darkened. "Are you sayin I can't play Quidditch?" His voice had become low and dangerous. Unnoticed by either of them, Crabbe, in 'helping' Will onto his broom, had succeeded in knocking him off, Jesse took advantage of the confusion to score, James kept pouting, and Malfoy came up behind them.
"Well, right now it seems Evans, Flint, and Malfoy are discussing something of upmost importance in the middle of the feild." Jeff's voice held a sarcasti edge. "Anterhyst gets the quaffle by the Slytherin keeper, at least someone is doing something, cause Potter certainly isn't...HEY! GET YOUR FILTHY SLTHERIN PAWS OFF CHANG, YOU LOW LIFE..." A glare from Flitwick stopped him. "Moving on, Will is now on the ground, McGonagall performed a cushioning spell, so hopefully he isn't hurt...but now Lockhart, in his first actually move of the game, has flown down to help...oh, poor Will, if he wasn't hurt before he will be now-" Squeaky, high pitched yelling interfered with Jeff's voice for a moment.
"Alright, Proffessor, I'll stop." Jeff sounded tired and defeated. "Well, Will's standing up, that's always good...oh, no, Lockhart did something and Will's back on the ground...see, Proffessor, I told you. Back up to the feild. Malfoy, Evans, and Flint are still having a nice chat...oh...maybe it's not so nice..."
Neither Flint nor Lily had noticed Lucius come up behind them. Flint had turned a seething red, and was pushing his fists together with clear intention. Due to his bulky weight, he couldn't do anything very fast, and Lily ducked just as his punch flew over her head.
And right into Lucius.
"Ha. Hehehe. Yah, Flint." Chortling could be heard through the amplifier. "Well, in this new type of Quidditch game, the Slytherin seeker just punched his captain. I wonder what they were talking about. Malfoy looks furious, serves you right, too, you big, ugly-
"WEASLY!" Flitwicks voice, magically amplified, sounded for once loud and dangerous.
"Fine!" Jeff didn't sound happy. "Well, the game has pretty much stopped, Chang and Gildroy are still on the ground, Potter is still doing nothing, oh, look, now Malfoy and Flint are fighting." His tone didn't change from a bored drawl. "Let's see, Evans is trying to break them up...Lily, you are disgrace to Gryffindor's everywhere, not letting two Slytherins pund the pulp out of eachother... Crabbe and Goyle, having nothing better to do, have decided to see who can his Anterhyst's head with a bludger first...oh, Black doesn't like this at all...he's decided to pound Crabbe's head in with his club...hey, Arthur, remember that muggle hockey game we saw? Isn't this how they play?"
"Lucius, stop!" Lily's voice resounded over the fighting. Several faces turned towards her, and Lily lowered her voice to whisper furiously at Lucius. "Look, he didn't mean to punch you, and quite frankly, he looks like he's going to kill you."
Lucius turned to her and smiled slightly. "Worried?" His eyes held slight mocking.
Unwillingly, Lily's mouth curved into a smile. "Maybe just a tiny bit."
"ARRGGGGHHHHHH!" A tall, skinny force knocked Lucius op his broom, sending them both into the air. With a small curse, McGonagall sent a red glow around both of them, letting them float gently to the ground. She probably shouldn't have. Lucius and James found that punching eachother midair was just as stress relieving as punching on the ground.
"What do you think?" McGonagall asked Arthur with a tired sigh. "Should I let them fall, and hurt themselves, or let them beat eachother up, and hurt themselves?"
Arthur smiled sourly. "At this point, I honestly don't think it matters."
"Oh, please don't." Severus, several feet above them, scowled as he watched the two fighting. Ironically, not because they were fighting, but because they were alive to do so.
Loud shouting interuppted their watch. Sirius had taken to flying circles around Crabbe and Goyle, who, in their fury to pound him, ended up punching eachother. Flint, being deprived of Lucius to fight with, decided it was time to join in.
"IMPEDIMENTIA!"
McGonagall's voice resounded over the stadium. For a moment, everything was silent, as the four Quidditch players, three green and one red, froze. In intresting positions, as well; Sirius was caught mid-swat at Flint's shins, Crabbe had been attempting to his Sirius, but missed and was frozen with his fist a bare inch away from Goyle's chin.
And then they began to drop, like stones in water.
"Oh," Proffessor McGonagall muttered, looking chagrined. "Maybe I shouldn't have done that..." She paused, and muttered a few words. Another red bubble enveloped the four students. Knowing they could do no further harm to one another, everyone turned back to Lucius and James, who were slowly being lowered to the ground. Already, the two were covered in redding gashes and bruises.
"James, stop it!" Her red hair streaking behind her and her expression one that would kill, Lily looked like a messanger from hell.
James paid no attention, but aimed a quick punch at Lucius's chin. Lucius pulled a hand up to block it, James grabbed his hand and used at leverage to swing around and kick him in the back.
There was a sickining crack as Lucius crumpled to the ground.
James stood up as the red glow dissappeared, looking nothing at all but absolutely tired. A throng of teacher's and student's surrounded them. Dumbledore looked graver than any student had ever seen him.
"Lucius!" Lily broke through the crowd.
James straightened slightly, and turned so he didn't have to look at Lily. Lily didn't even look up, but anyone who saw James' expression cowered back slightly as he made his way through the crowd.
It looked remarkably like hate.
I'm sorry. I know that sucked. I have a lot of repressed anger, can you tell? Well, please r/r, so i know how much it sucked and how i can possibly redeem it.
We're back to Lily hates James hates Lily. And Lily, well, Lily's beginning to like someone else. And, because I'm in a bad mood (this is what you get for being set up, they actually want to ask you out. So now everyone thinks i'm going away for the holidays, which of course I'm not) so there is lotsa fighting. Jamsie getting mad.
"AND THEY'RE UP!" Jeff Weasly began yelling into the amplifier. "The quaffle's in play, Potter with it immediatly. Wait... Snape's blocked him off..." Boo's could be hear in the stands. "But Evans, making her debut as Chaser, is wide open by the left goal...HEY! SNAPE STOLE THE QUAFFLE!" Spectator's could hear muffled swearing as Flitwick hastily covered the amplifier. "He shoots...oh, he justs gets it past Weasly...Arthur I may kill you for that... Slytherin up 10-0."
Out on the feild, sparks were flying. Lily zoomed up next to James as Arthur recovered the Quaffle. "Why didn't you pass to me?" she hissed, green eyes narrowed.
"I don't pass to Slytherins." James didn't look her way. Instead, he watched as Snape scored again.
"Damnit, James, we're going to lose the game if you keep acting this way!" Lily looked positively furious. "Do you want to lose?"
"Well I would have thought you wanted too!" Now James faced her, his face as red as Lily's hair. "So you could take your precious Lucius to dance." He sneered as Lucius scored, and Sirius sent a bludger his way. Lucius just barely avoided having his nose broken.
Lily's reply was cut off by Jeff's voice cutting across the stadium. "What's this? Two Gryffindor's...POTTER AND EVANS? WHAT ARE THEY DOING?" More muffled swearing could be heard. "Um...yes... Anterhyst gets the quaffle...he shoots...HE SCORES! THIRTY - TEN SLYTHERIN!"
Lily tossed her hair back, glaring at James. "Whatever. I'm going to go try because I don't want to lose, but just now, Lucius looks a hell of a lot better than you." She dove off to try and intercept Lucius with the Quaffle.
"I heard that," Lucius said, smiling triumphantly as he tried to get past her.
Lily smiled grimly. "That doesn't mean I like you."
"Oh really?" Lucius tossed the quaffle off to Snape, and smiled charmingly at Lily.
For an instance, Lily was revolted.
But in the next instance, she was smiling shyly back. With one last smile over her shoulder, she dove off after Snape.
Lucius's smile turned into a sneer. James, circling above, saw it and glared at Lucius. That lasted until Lily stole the quaffle from Snape and scored. James promptly proceeded to switch his glare from Lucius to Lily.
Watching, Lucius smiled.
"THE SCORE IS TIED!" Jeff sounded positively ecstatic. "Who would have thought, after that humilating start...anyhow, score is thirty to thirty, ... IS THAT THE SNITCH? GO, CHANG-" his voice became muffled once more, and poor little Proffessor Flitwick could be heard screaming things like 'unbiased' into the amplifier. Meanwhile, Jason Flint, in pursuit of the Snitch, ran headlong Lily, and Crabbe, not finding a bludger anywhere, ran poor Will Chang over. The snitch dissappeared once more.
"And the...game...continues." Jeff shuddered, not considering it at all to be a game.
Lily looked up through disheveled hair at Flint, who was glaring nastily at her. "Watch where you're going, Evans."
Lily glared right back, not at all in the mood to deal with him. "Flint, maybe if you could, I don't know, play Quidditch, that wouldn't have happened.
Flint's face darkened. "Are you sayin I can't play Quidditch?" His voice had become low and dangerous. Unnoticed by either of them, Crabbe, in 'helping' Will onto his broom, had succeeded in knocking him off, Jesse took advantage of the confusion to score, James kept pouting, and Malfoy came up behind them.
"Well, right now it seems Evans, Flint, and Malfoy are discussing something of upmost importance in the middle of the feild." Jeff's voice held a sarcasti edge. "Anterhyst gets the quaffle by the Slytherin keeper, at least someone is doing something, cause Potter certainly isn't...HEY! GET YOUR FILTHY SLTHERIN PAWS OFF CHANG, YOU LOW LIFE..." A glare from Flitwick stopped him. "Moving on, Will is now on the ground, McGonagall performed a cushioning spell, so hopefully he isn't hurt...but now Lockhart, in his first actually move of the game, has flown down to help...oh, poor Will, if he wasn't hurt before he will be now-" Squeaky, high pitched yelling interfered with Jeff's voice for a moment.
"Alright, Proffessor, I'll stop." Jeff sounded tired and defeated. "Well, Will's standing up, that's always good...oh, no, Lockhart did something and Will's back on the ground...see, Proffessor, I told you. Back up to the feild. Malfoy, Evans, and Flint are still having a nice chat...oh...maybe it's not so nice..."
Neither Flint nor Lily had noticed Lucius come up behind them. Flint had turned a seething red, and was pushing his fists together with clear intention. Due to his bulky weight, he couldn't do anything very fast, and Lily ducked just as his punch flew over her head.
And right into Lucius.
"Ha. Hehehe. Yah, Flint." Chortling could be heard through the amplifier. "Well, in this new type of Quidditch game, the Slytherin seeker just punched his captain. I wonder what they were talking about. Malfoy looks furious, serves you right, too, you big, ugly-
"WEASLY!" Flitwicks voice, magically amplified, sounded for once loud and dangerous.
"Fine!" Jeff didn't sound happy. "Well, the game has pretty much stopped, Chang and Gildroy are still on the ground, Potter is still doing nothing, oh, look, now Malfoy and Flint are fighting." His tone didn't change from a bored drawl. "Let's see, Evans is trying to break them up...Lily, you are disgrace to Gryffindor's everywhere, not letting two Slytherins pund the pulp out of eachother... Crabbe and Goyle, having nothing better to do, have decided to see who can his Anterhyst's head with a bludger first...oh, Black doesn't like this at all...he's decided to pound Crabbe's head in with his club...hey, Arthur, remember that muggle hockey game we saw? Isn't this how they play?"
"Lucius, stop!" Lily's voice resounded over the fighting. Several faces turned towards her, and Lily lowered her voice to whisper furiously at Lucius. "Look, he didn't mean to punch you, and quite frankly, he looks like he's going to kill you."
Lucius turned to her and smiled slightly. "Worried?" His eyes held slight mocking.
Unwillingly, Lily's mouth curved into a smile. "Maybe just a tiny bit."
"ARRGGGGHHHHHH!" A tall, skinny force knocked Lucius op his broom, sending them both into the air. With a small curse, McGonagall sent a red glow around both of them, letting them float gently to the ground. She probably shouldn't have. Lucius and James found that punching eachother midair was just as stress relieving as punching on the ground.
"What do you think?" McGonagall asked Arthur with a tired sigh. "Should I let them fall, and hurt themselves, or let them beat eachother up, and hurt themselves?"
Arthur smiled sourly. "At this point, I honestly don't think it matters."
"Oh, please don't." Severus, several feet above them, scowled as he watched the two fighting. Ironically, not because they were fighting, but because they were alive to do so.
Loud shouting interuppted their watch. Sirius had taken to flying circles around Crabbe and Goyle, who, in their fury to pound him, ended up punching eachother. Flint, being deprived of Lucius to fight with, decided it was time to join in.
"IMPEDIMENTIA!"
McGonagall's voice resounded over the stadium. For a moment, everything was silent, as the four Quidditch players, three green and one red, froze. In intresting positions, as well; Sirius was caught mid-swat at Flint's shins, Crabbe had been attempting to his Sirius, but missed and was frozen with his fist a bare inch away from Goyle's chin.
And then they began to drop, like stones in water.
"Oh," Proffessor McGonagall muttered, looking chagrined. "Maybe I shouldn't have done that..." She paused, and muttered a few words. Another red bubble enveloped the four students. Knowing they could do no further harm to one another, everyone turned back to Lucius and James, who were slowly being lowered to the ground. Already, the two were covered in redding gashes and bruises.
"James, stop it!" Her red hair streaking behind her and her expression one that would kill, Lily looked like a messanger from hell.
James paid no attention, but aimed a quick punch at Lucius's chin. Lucius pulled a hand up to block it, James grabbed his hand and used at leverage to swing around and kick him in the back.
There was a sickining crack as Lucius crumpled to the ground.
James stood up as the red glow dissappeared, looking nothing at all but absolutely tired. A throng of teacher's and student's surrounded them. Dumbledore looked graver than any student had ever seen him.
"Lucius!" Lily broke through the crowd.
James straightened slightly, and turned so he didn't have to look at Lily. Lily didn't even look up, but anyone who saw James' expression cowered back slightly as he made his way through the crowd.
It looked remarkably like hate.
I'm sorry. I know that sucked. I have a lot of repressed anger, can you tell? Well, please r/r, so i know how much it sucked and how i can possibly redeem it.