It was the night of the Slytherin Versus Griffindor Quidditch match. Excitement and anxiety were in the air, as the Griffindor team had a prep talk while getting changed.
"Potter! Focus!" growled the team captain.
James' head snapped up to him and nodded weakly. His mind was so tired and didn't seem to be working right…it was somewhere else.
"What's wrong with you?" the captain barked again.
"Nothing…just…something…" James replied. More like someone.
"Well that something had better be right when we start the match."
"The match has already started." James smirked slightly, pointing at the Slytherin team marching onto the field.
"Damn! C'mon everyone, and remember what I just said."
The team, in their scarlet and gold uniforms, walked onto the field to the rising cheer of the audience.
The commentator, Professor McGonagall, welcomed both teams to the field, and a whistle blew, sounding the beginning of the game. James flew up into the air, searching for the Snitch, soaring high above the rest. As a Slytherin zoomed past, him, James grabbed onto his broom, having nearly fallen off.
"And the Snitch passes Potter, only for him not to see it." Was heard through the megaphone, and James sat up, ignoring the yells from his team captain.
Twenty minutes later, the score was close: 50-60, with Slytherin winning. Several times the Snitch passed within James' reach, yet he was too distracted not to get it…his reflexes seemed very slow.
As a bludger came soaring toward James, he quickly jerked away, but the bludger seemed to look different than usual…looked kind of…gold! He reluctantly flew closer to it, hoping it wouldn't suddenly turn around and hit him. As he looked at it closer, he realized that…it was pushing the snitch! The bludger was pushing the Snitch! James laughed slightly and went toward the bludger, much to the confusion of the Slytherin seeker. He snatched the Snitch and zoomed straight down, before the bludger started chasing him. Luckily, the whistle was blown and the bludger was put back, and the crowd started cheering like mad. ¾ of it, anyway.
As James walked back up to the castle, missing the usual group of Marauders congratulating him, he could feel a light tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see Elena's face, and his brain jumped…this was the most awkward of all awkwardness.
"Hi." Both of them said at the same time.
Elena laughed. "Well, good job. Out there, I mean." She said, nodding toward the field.
"Thanks." James smiled slightly, continuing to walk.
"Wait! I mean…about Wednesday – "
"—I was a total jerk." James interrupted.
"But I— "
"—Would like to apologize. Elena, do you want to accompany me to Hogsmeade?" James asked, surprised at his own ability to speak "big" words.
Elena grinned and nodded, waved, then walked away. James felt proud of himself, even though getting a girl to go out with him wasn't that big of an accomplishment, except for Lily…James looked at the floor, and walked up to the castle, feeling guilty of breaking his "Loyalty" to Lily…who coincidentally was standing not too far from him.
She was fuming and angry…wait…angry? Why was Ms Evans here angry? She didn't quite know herself. One minute she found herself clapping for Griffindor, the next minute feeling a pang of jealousy over Elena. Wait…jealousy?
"What's wrong?" a whisper was told in her ear.
"Nothing, Sirius." Lily said, looking up at him.
"Well, why are you standing in front of him?" Sirius asked, nodding to James.
"Coincidence." She replied coolly.
Sirius looked suspiciously at Lily for a moment, then waved and walked off. No way that girl was going to mess up his plans to prove to James that he was more popular and he did have more friends and girls.
Author's Note
Oooh the second paragraph is sho fluffy! Correct me if I'm wrong in saying that James was not Team Captain. There is nothing about him being Captain, only about being a really good Seeker…anyway…yeah…
