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::Three::
::Of Quidditch and Quarrels ::
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Lily's eyes flew open. She was terribly cold. Looking to the foot of her bed, she saw the red and gold blankets pushed near her feet. Sighing, she resignedly sat up. The sun shone brightly outside, and through her window.
She turned at a tapping at her window. Her small tawny owl, Kaelyn, was outside, carrying a package in her talons. Lily stood up and pushed the handle down and the glass pane outwards. Kaelyn flew in and landed on the bed, dropping a small note. She stuck around only long enough for Lily to pat her on the head, and then took off.
Lily yawned and picked up the note. It was from James.
icenterLily -
I just wanted to say good morning. And then tell you that( James wants to snog you within an inch of your life,(Obviously, Sirius had been er, Helping James!) Lily love.) you shouldn't mind Sirius - he's a prat. I have practise today for Quidditch - so I'll meet you in Hogsmeade. How about in front of Zonko's at one? Just send your darling owl back with a reply, Lils. I think she quite fancies my eagle owl, Garrett. Funny, actually, when you think about it. See you later!!
-James
P.S. James a prat, not me, Lil! PPS - Sirius is a total git . PPPS- Am not.icenter
The letter when on like that for a while. Lily grinned. The two Marauders were on best behavior this year. She wondered why. But then, she figured, it was only the first week of school. Merlin knows WHAT tricks those two were planning. Sighing, she wished Kaelyn had stuck around a bit longer. She had no way of telling James that she had gotten the letter.
Lily chewed on her bottom lip and fetched a quill out of her bag and a roll of paper. Dipping the quill into a jar of purple ink, she wrote her reply. Satisfied, she snuck up to the boy's wing and slipped it under James' door, then headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She was starving.
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James circled the pitch a few times on his broom, a brand new SilverArrow that he had gotten from his parents for his birthday. He played Seeker, and was one of the best that Hogwarts had seen in generations.
Sirius flew up next to him. "Feels good to be back in the game, eh James? Be careful this year, though, won't you?"
James heaved a sigh. Last year, in one of the last games against Slytherin, he had been thrown from his broom when he was struck by a bludger, and took Sirius, who was a chaser, down with him as well. Both boys had stayed in the hospital wing for a week, missing the last game and costing Gryffindor the House Cup.
"Oy! James Potter!" Aidan Wood, the captain and keeper, shouted. "O'er here! Can I talk to you for a moment?"
James nodded and headed over to him. Sirius went over and began flirting animatedly with Gretchen Wood, Aidan's twin sister and a beater. James shook his head. He had decided never to go for women who carried clubs. That was asking for trouble. "Yeah, Aidan?"
The other boy grinned. "Just wanted to tell you that you better not get hurt this year."
"I'll try not to, Wood." James said. Sheesh. Just get knocked of the bloody broom one bloody time and. . .
"Good, Potter, seeing as you'll be my co-captain." Aidan slapped James on the back and smiled. "Now," he grinned even wider, "Let's play some quidditch!"
********
Two hours later, James was beat. He had been chasing after the snitch the whole time. He finally caught it, and was heading down to put it back in the box, and was about six feet above the ground when he froze. Gretchen cursed loudly and another chaser, a seventh year named Molly, shouted his name.
"Watch it, James!" Sirius called, and James spun to watch Will, the other beater, chasing a bludger that seemed quite close. Just as he went to speed away, the ball hit him in the side, knocking the air out of him and knocked him off of his broom. James saw the ground rushing towards him and thought, not again. . .
*********
Lily paced anxiously in front of Zonko's. She had been waiting for James for a wretched half hour now. Where was he? Had he forgotten? Or was it all some big joke, and was James Potter just toying with her? She could hear his voice in her head, echoing. . . "I kiss lots of girls, Lily Evans." . . . Was she just another girl, another one of the girls who James thought was pretty?
Lily found herself growing slowly furious. She would give James a piece of her mind when she got back to the castle. Or, better yet, she would pretend that he didn't exist. Or Sirius Black, either. Now, Remus, she could deal with. Even that Peter Pettigrew, if she had to.
Lily shook her head and stormed back to Hogwarts. James Potter was a rude, selfish, uncaring, devilishly handsome, funny . . . Lily stopped that train of thought. It was accomplishing nothing. But she couldn't stop wondering why James hadn't showed up.
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James groaned as Sirius helped him back to the common room. Madam Pomfrey had seemed to think that he would be fine with a few days of no quidditch. He had a few bruised ribs, and a nasty egg already forming over his right eye. His glasses were beyond repair, and Dumbledore agreed to take him to Diagon Alley later this week to get new ones.
Telling the password to the Fat Lady, (snicker doodle) James nearly collapsed on the couch once he got into the common room. Standing up, though, he snuck up to Lily's room and left a sugar quill on her pillow. He wondered where she was.
Heading back downstairs, James allowed himself to fall onto the couch. He had a splitting headache, and was just about to drift off into sleep when the door to the portrait hole slammed shut and Lily stormed past, stopped, and walked back towards him. Lily . . . Zonko's . . . He had forgotten . . . his vision clouded as Lily slapped him, hard. "I don't know what game your playing at, James Potter. I thought you actually cared."
"Lily. . ." Sirius began, only to have her turn on him. "And you," She yelled, her pretty green eyes flashing dangerously, "I bet you put him up to it, didn't you? Was it a dare? Never mind. I don't want to know."
James stood shakily. "Lily, listen," He said, grabbing her wrists.
Lily snatched her hands away. "No, you listen. I waited for a half hour at Zonko's for you. That was some low prank you pulled. Ha-ha. Find some other girl to play games with. I don't play games. And if you even for a second . . ."
James grabbed her shoulders. His headache was getting unbearable. And with her screaming, carrying on. . . he shut her up the only way he knew how. He kissed her. Lily shrieked and pulled away, shooting daggers at him with her bright green eyes, and ran up to her room. He heard her slam the door, open it again, and suddenly a book flew by him, nearly missing his head. He heard a sob and the door slam once again.
Shaking his head, he felt his heart sink as he picked up the book. (iHogwarts: A Historyi) He wouldn't let her go without a fight. And what a fight he was going to give her.
::Three::
::Of Quidditch and Quarrels ::
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Lily's eyes flew open. She was terribly cold. Looking to the foot of her bed, she saw the red and gold blankets pushed near her feet. Sighing, she resignedly sat up. The sun shone brightly outside, and through her window.
She turned at a tapping at her window. Her small tawny owl, Kaelyn, was outside, carrying a package in her talons. Lily stood up and pushed the handle down and the glass pane outwards. Kaelyn flew in and landed on the bed, dropping a small note. She stuck around only long enough for Lily to pat her on the head, and then took off.
Lily yawned and picked up the note. It was from James.
icenterLily -
I just wanted to say good morning. And then tell you that( James wants to snog you within an inch of your life,(Obviously, Sirius had been er, Helping James!) Lily love.) you shouldn't mind Sirius - he's a prat. I have practise today for Quidditch - so I'll meet you in Hogsmeade. How about in front of Zonko's at one? Just send your darling owl back with a reply, Lils. I think she quite fancies my eagle owl, Garrett. Funny, actually, when you think about it. See you later!!
-James
P.S. James a prat, not me, Lil! PPS - Sirius is a total git . PPPS- Am not.icenter
The letter when on like that for a while. Lily grinned. The two Marauders were on best behavior this year. She wondered why. But then, she figured, it was only the first week of school. Merlin knows WHAT tricks those two were planning. Sighing, she wished Kaelyn had stuck around a bit longer. She had no way of telling James that she had gotten the letter.
Lily chewed on her bottom lip and fetched a quill out of her bag and a roll of paper. Dipping the quill into a jar of purple ink, she wrote her reply. Satisfied, she snuck up to the boy's wing and slipped it under James' door, then headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She was starving.
*****************
James circled the pitch a few times on his broom, a brand new SilverArrow that he had gotten from his parents for his birthday. He played Seeker, and was one of the best that Hogwarts had seen in generations.
Sirius flew up next to him. "Feels good to be back in the game, eh James? Be careful this year, though, won't you?"
James heaved a sigh. Last year, in one of the last games against Slytherin, he had been thrown from his broom when he was struck by a bludger, and took Sirius, who was a chaser, down with him as well. Both boys had stayed in the hospital wing for a week, missing the last game and costing Gryffindor the House Cup.
"Oy! James Potter!" Aidan Wood, the captain and keeper, shouted. "O'er here! Can I talk to you for a moment?"
James nodded and headed over to him. Sirius went over and began flirting animatedly with Gretchen Wood, Aidan's twin sister and a beater. James shook his head. He had decided never to go for women who carried clubs. That was asking for trouble. "Yeah, Aidan?"
The other boy grinned. "Just wanted to tell you that you better not get hurt this year."
"I'll try not to, Wood." James said. Sheesh. Just get knocked of the bloody broom one bloody time and. . .
"Good, Potter, seeing as you'll be my co-captain." Aidan slapped James on the back and smiled. "Now," he grinned even wider, "Let's play some quidditch!"
********
Two hours later, James was beat. He had been chasing after the snitch the whole time. He finally caught it, and was heading down to put it back in the box, and was about six feet above the ground when he froze. Gretchen cursed loudly and another chaser, a seventh year named Molly, shouted his name.
"Watch it, James!" Sirius called, and James spun to watch Will, the other beater, chasing a bludger that seemed quite close. Just as he went to speed away, the ball hit him in the side, knocking the air out of him and knocked him off of his broom. James saw the ground rushing towards him and thought, not again. . .
*********
Lily paced anxiously in front of Zonko's. She had been waiting for James for a wretched half hour now. Where was he? Had he forgotten? Or was it all some big joke, and was James Potter just toying with her? She could hear his voice in her head, echoing. . . "I kiss lots of girls, Lily Evans." . . . Was she just another girl, another one of the girls who James thought was pretty?
Lily found herself growing slowly furious. She would give James a piece of her mind when she got back to the castle. Or, better yet, she would pretend that he didn't exist. Or Sirius Black, either. Now, Remus, she could deal with. Even that Peter Pettigrew, if she had to.
Lily shook her head and stormed back to Hogwarts. James Potter was a rude, selfish, uncaring, devilishly handsome, funny . . . Lily stopped that train of thought. It was accomplishing nothing. But she couldn't stop wondering why James hadn't showed up.
********************
James groaned as Sirius helped him back to the common room. Madam Pomfrey had seemed to think that he would be fine with a few days of no quidditch. He had a few bruised ribs, and a nasty egg already forming over his right eye. His glasses were beyond repair, and Dumbledore agreed to take him to Diagon Alley later this week to get new ones.
Telling the password to the Fat Lady, (snicker doodle) James nearly collapsed on the couch once he got into the common room. Standing up, though, he snuck up to Lily's room and left a sugar quill on her pillow. He wondered where she was.
Heading back downstairs, James allowed himself to fall onto the couch. He had a splitting headache, and was just about to drift off into sleep when the door to the portrait hole slammed shut and Lily stormed past, stopped, and walked back towards him. Lily . . . Zonko's . . . He had forgotten . . . his vision clouded as Lily slapped him, hard. "I don't know what game your playing at, James Potter. I thought you actually cared."
"Lily. . ." Sirius began, only to have her turn on him. "And you," She yelled, her pretty green eyes flashing dangerously, "I bet you put him up to it, didn't you? Was it a dare? Never mind. I don't want to know."
James stood shakily. "Lily, listen," He said, grabbing her wrists.
Lily snatched her hands away. "No, you listen. I waited for a half hour at Zonko's for you. That was some low prank you pulled. Ha-ha. Find some other girl to play games with. I don't play games. And if you even for a second . . ."
James grabbed her shoulders. His headache was getting unbearable. And with her screaming, carrying on. . . he shut her up the only way he knew how. He kissed her. Lily shrieked and pulled away, shooting daggers at him with her bright green eyes, and ran up to her room. He heard her slam the door, open it again, and suddenly a book flew by him, nearly missing his head. He heard a sob and the door slam once again.
Shaking his head, he felt his heart sink as he picked up the book. (iHogwarts: A Historyi) He wouldn't let her go without a fight. And what a fight he was going to give her.