AN/ Not really anything to say... so review!

After Harry's Got Onto The Quidditch Team

Snape entered the staff room to find a very smug Minerva McGonagall. He crossed his arms and just stared at her. "Really?"

She set down her tea on the table but made no eye contact, keeping the innocent smile on her face. "I have no idea what you are talking about, Severus."

He raised an eyebrow, challenging her statement. Flitwick came in followed by Sprout, Grubbly-Plank and Hooch. The three of them walked pass them and had smiles on their faces as well. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the fact that Harry Potter made the Quidditch team in his first year, despite the rule on first years not being allowed broomsticks.

"He's the best flier I have seen in a very long time, Severus," McGonagall said, giving up on her game from before.

"And yet, he is still a first year student, Minerva."

"Dumbledore gave the okay for it, so I do not see the issue." Severus shook his head and sat down on the adjacent couch, keeping his arms crossed and defensive.

Ever since Potter has arrived at the school, Snape found him to be nothing more than an arrogant show-off, sassing at the teachers (more specifically him) whenever he got the chance.

And now he's been granted something that no student has gotten in a century – being eleven years old and the lead position on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"You do realize that giving him this is just going to increase his already inflated ego," said Severus. "You are in the process of creating a second James Potter, if he wasn't him already."

"Honestly, Severus, Potter a lot more like his mother than his father, and since you know the two of them I cannot imagine why you don't see that."

Madam Hooch sat next to Severus and watched the confrontation the two have had. "I do agree with Severus that he is much to young to be playing a game like Quidditch. Lord knows what your Slytherins will do to the poor boy, but Minerva is also right. I watched him fly around for a bit earlier today and he is quite good. Amazing in fact."

"Not gonna have that cup for long from the sounds of it," Chimed in Flitwick. "Though I do wish my Ravenclaws would snap that up sometime soon."

Snape rolled his eyes. It's true that the Quidditch cup has been with the Slytherins since Charlie Weasley left Hogwarts. All the other heads of houses would love to see that being taken away from them.

Hooch sighed. These four go at it about Quidditch far more than they should.

"Agreed. I don't think we've had the cup even once since I became head of house, sadly," Sprout chimed in. "I will enjoy seeing it out of your guys' hands though, Severus."

He gave a little smirk. Great, teaming up on him about the cup, just like every other year. Usually it started after the first game, not before. Potter really was shaking things up. At that thought, Snape stopped smiling.

He stood up and began to leave. "Going somewhere, Severus?"

"I think I got better things to do than argue about Quidditch."

"Oh, so you only came here to tell me off?" McGonagall teased.

Snape rolled his eyes and left the room.

Sprout was the first to speak. "Wow, Harry Potter is really getting on his nerves, isn't he? He's not his father, though…"

McGonagall sighed and just stared blankly. Yes, Harry wasn't James, but he sure did look a lot like him. She remembers all the torment he went through with the James and his gang, and they got many a detention over it. Hopefully, as the next seven years go by, he can start to see Harry as his own person.

Or a reflection of his old best friend as well.

AN/ So how do you guys like that? I personally enjoy the bantering :)