Note:
I siriously don't know how someone could rap the K-i-s-s-i-n-g song thingy. heh, sorry if it doesn't make sense.
Chapter Seven
~Lily Evans-Day four~
What I Intend to do today is to go with Gabriels advice. Break James' broom. I have a million and one reasons to do it. But then this little voice in my head keeps on telling me not to. I bet you James never gets that little voice in his head.
So what else am I going to do if I wasn't going to break his broom? Simple. James adores Quidditch, especially the snitch he always carries around. So if I take him away from something he loves, A.k.a Quidditch, he'd get all mad at me. Yay.
"Lil, can you give me my broom please?" James asked.
I had completly forgot that I was holding his broom. "James is that all your wearing for practice? Put a coat on, you'll catch a cold."
James obviously didn't want the whole team to hear what I was saying because he had turned around to see if anyone did.
So I spoke louder. "And what if you got hurt? Your not wearing any padding!"
"I'm going to be okay Lil." He whispered.
"Are you sure? Your can borrow my coat."
"I'm fine!" He snatched his broom and ran on the field to join his team.
"Good luck!" I shouted at him.
Ginger, Elle and Angela were sitting on the stadium watching the team practice.
"Girls, we have to cheer for our team." I yelled so when I had reached them. "Especially for my POOKKKIIEE!" I exclaimed pookie loudly so that the whole team would hear.
"Alright!" Elle said. "Lets get started." Typical 'lets cheer for the team' Elle.
"Fly 'em high fly 'em low, Gryffindore is taking home the cup. With one wack on our broom we'll score the winning goal!" We chorused.
The team continued to practice giving us the occasional glance with huge smiles on their faces.
James one the other hand was trying his best to ignore us. Probably because he was chasing after the snitch. He was going to get it, he always did. And he always look soo cute when he does. But i'm not sure he would be able to get it this time because he was headed torwards a 20 ft long pole.
"JAMES!" I shouted. "YOUR GOING TO HIT THE POLE!!"
He continued to fly faster torwards the pole. I don't think he heard me.
"JAMES POTTER!" Still nothing. "POKIE!"
He turned his head. Finnaly!
"What?!?" He shouted.
"The pole! The massive 20 ft long pole that your head is going to hit!"
"I can't hear you!" He said staring at me when he's suppose to be staring at the pole on wich he had just hit. Oh gosh, he is soo stupid.
Snap crack swoosh. Were the sound of James' broom when the bludger slammed against it. And just like that his broom snapped into two.
"What have I done?" Its all my fault! If I had keeped my mouth shut he'd have never fell.
I ran to the field where James lay unconcious (Is that the right spelling?). The Gryffindore were around him.
"Is he okay?" I asked.
"He's going to be alright." Jornal the captian told me. "Steves, Rosald help me bring Potter to the hospital wing."
They carried him off to the hospital wing.
His broom lay on the ground in two pieces. I did want to break it, but I never really wanted to.
+++++++++++
I knew what I had to do.
David was an old friend of mine. He graduated 3 years ago, but we still write to each other. He had always wanted to open his own broom shop and sell all sorts of expensive brooms.
-Dear David,
Hey its me. I really need your help. I accidentally broke my boyfriends broom. Well he's not really my boyfriend. He's more like a friend thats pretending to be my boyfriend. A very anoying friend. Acctually he's not my friend. He's an annoying pest that won't go away. So I broke his broom. But I didn't mean to. I didn't want to. It was an accident. Does this make sense?
So yeah, if you could can you send me a used broom? Acctaully not a used one. A new one. The best one you have in your store. Take the money out of my account.
Sincerly
Lily
P.S
Can you please have it here by tomorow if possible? Thanks.-
"Good job Lil. You broke his broom." Gabriel said.
"Not good." I mumbled. "I didn't mean to do it."
She gave me this confused look. "Whatever. But he's bound to break up with you now."
"Yeah." I smiled weakly. I got what I want. A broken broom. He hates me now, wich is good. Right?
Then how come I feel so bad?
~~~~~~~~~~~
Authors note:
I dunno if this chapter made a lot of sense. Esspecially about the part when the broom breaks. So hears a summary, Lily was shouting at James to tell him that he was going to hit a pole. But then he gets distracted by Lily and hits the pole and falls on the ground. His broom broke and stuff. Lily feels guilty and buys him another broom.
I siriously don't know how someone could rap the K-i-s-s-i-n-g song thingy. heh, sorry if it doesn't make sense.
Chapter Seven
~Lily Evans-Day four~
What I Intend to do today is to go with Gabriels advice. Break James' broom. I have a million and one reasons to do it. But then this little voice in my head keeps on telling me not to. I bet you James never gets that little voice in his head.
So what else am I going to do if I wasn't going to break his broom? Simple. James adores Quidditch, especially the snitch he always carries around. So if I take him away from something he loves, A.k.a Quidditch, he'd get all mad at me. Yay.
"Lil, can you give me my broom please?" James asked.
I had completly forgot that I was holding his broom. "James is that all your wearing for practice? Put a coat on, you'll catch a cold."
James obviously didn't want the whole team to hear what I was saying because he had turned around to see if anyone did.
So I spoke louder. "And what if you got hurt? Your not wearing any padding!"
"I'm going to be okay Lil." He whispered.
"Are you sure? Your can borrow my coat."
"I'm fine!" He snatched his broom and ran on the field to join his team.
"Good luck!" I shouted at him.
Ginger, Elle and Angela were sitting on the stadium watching the team practice.
"Girls, we have to cheer for our team." I yelled so when I had reached them. "Especially for my POOKKKIIEE!" I exclaimed pookie loudly so that the whole team would hear.
"Alright!" Elle said. "Lets get started." Typical 'lets cheer for the team' Elle.
"Fly 'em high fly 'em low, Gryffindore is taking home the cup. With one wack on our broom we'll score the winning goal!" We chorused.
The team continued to practice giving us the occasional glance with huge smiles on their faces.
James one the other hand was trying his best to ignore us. Probably because he was chasing after the snitch. He was going to get it, he always did. And he always look soo cute when he does. But i'm not sure he would be able to get it this time because he was headed torwards a 20 ft long pole.
"JAMES!" I shouted. "YOUR GOING TO HIT THE POLE!!"
He continued to fly faster torwards the pole. I don't think he heard me.
"JAMES POTTER!" Still nothing. "POKIE!"
He turned his head. Finnaly!
"What?!?" He shouted.
"The pole! The massive 20 ft long pole that your head is going to hit!"
"I can't hear you!" He said staring at me when he's suppose to be staring at the pole on wich he had just hit. Oh gosh, he is soo stupid.
Snap crack swoosh. Were the sound of James' broom when the bludger slammed against it. And just like that his broom snapped into two.
"What have I done?" Its all my fault! If I had keeped my mouth shut he'd have never fell.
I ran to the field where James lay unconcious (Is that the right spelling?). The Gryffindore were around him.
"Is he okay?" I asked.
"He's going to be alright." Jornal the captian told me. "Steves, Rosald help me bring Potter to the hospital wing."
They carried him off to the hospital wing.
His broom lay on the ground in two pieces. I did want to break it, but I never really wanted to.
+++++++++++
I knew what I had to do.
David was an old friend of mine. He graduated 3 years ago, but we still write to each other. He had always wanted to open his own broom shop and sell all sorts of expensive brooms.
-Dear David,
Hey its me. I really need your help. I accidentally broke my boyfriends broom. Well he's not really my boyfriend. He's more like a friend thats pretending to be my boyfriend. A very anoying friend. Acctually he's not my friend. He's an annoying pest that won't go away. So I broke his broom. But I didn't mean to. I didn't want to. It was an accident. Does this make sense?
So yeah, if you could can you send me a used broom? Acctaully not a used one. A new one. The best one you have in your store. Take the money out of my account.
Sincerly
Lily
P.S
Can you please have it here by tomorow if possible? Thanks.-
"Good job Lil. You broke his broom." Gabriel said.
"Not good." I mumbled. "I didn't mean to do it."
She gave me this confused look. "Whatever. But he's bound to break up with you now."
"Yeah." I smiled weakly. I got what I want. A broken broom. He hates me now, wich is good. Right?
Then how come I feel so bad?
~~~~~~~~~~~
Authors note:
I dunno if this chapter made a lot of sense. Esspecially about the part when the broom breaks. So hears a summary, Lily was shouting at James to tell him that he was going to hit a pole. But then he gets distracted by Lily and hits the pole and falls on the ground. His broom broke and stuff. Lily feels guilty and buys him another broom.