a/n: This is my first story, so please review. I'll even take flames, 'cuz I want to improve.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except a slice of vanilla cake.
Vanilla Cake
Lily had always loved vanilla cake. It was her favorite cake flavor, it was sweeter than chocolate, and not as healthy as strawberry. You could eat it with anything, and it never seemed to clash. Nobody could make it quite as well as the Hogwarts house-elves, who seemed to have mastered the delicate balance of light and balance. This of course, was her favorite part of dinner.
As she looked up from her dinner, she noticed that the desert of which she had been dreaming was gone. "WHERE IS ALL THE VANILLA CAKE?" she screamed, scaring all the other first years sitting near her.
Marlene McKinnon turned to Lily. "James Potter just took the last piece." she said surprised. "Don't you remember? He walked over, asked you out, you said no, then he took the cake."
Lily followed Marlene's eyes until she found James, who was in fact eating HER vanilla cake. James looked up at her and smirked.
"Alright Evans?" he asked, "Great cake huh?"
"POTTER! YOU STOLE MY CAKE!"
"I'm sorry. I haven't eaten it all yet, fancy a bite?"
"IN YOUR DREAMS!" screamed back Lily bitterly. Looking back at the cake she sighed. "Well, maybe just this once."