Authors Note: fRICK ON A STICK I HAD THREE TESTS TOMORROW AND I DIDN'T FINISH UNTIL AFTER I NEED TO GO TO BED ON TEST NIGHTS. As per usual: No beta's, less than 24 hours to write it, but this time I don't have a list to go on for prompts. We'll see how that works.

Thanks for reading!

The snow was thick and it seemed to fall down in sheet, coating the ground so it gave on a silver sheen. The clouds hung low in the dark grey sky, creating a cold and dense fog that Quidditch players seemed to fly up into and disappear completely from the sight of watching eyes.

Oh, Agrippa, please don't fall off your broom. Please don't fall off, please don't fall off, please don't fall off.

Lily was breathless each time James was lost, his broom high in the air and the wind pushing him backwards. She could imagine him falling, landing on the ground with broken bones and broken glasses.

Holy shite, I can barely see a thing.

James held his breathe as he gained altitude, the snow sticking to his goggles and lacing ice through his hair, wet from sweat. It was amazing, seeing nothing but white and a slate grey, though disconcerting that he couldn't see the people below.

"Potter, get below the cloud cover. The Slytherins are trying to trick us into blinding ourselves," He heard someone yell, but he couldn't see them.

"On it!" He called, diving down to where he could see flashes of green and silver midst the fog.

"Potter's back in sight and he's right on the tail of our least favorite meathead, Avery."

There was a curse yelled at the announcer from the field and James snorted, shaking his hair so that his hair fell into his eyes.

"Get your arse in gear, Potter!"

James looked up to find a grinning Lily, her thumbs held up to encourage him. He pulled the broom to the side, riding it up to Lily in the stands.

"I think the cold has gotten to Potter's head, you lot. He's gone mad and he's flying out of the pitch."

James flew up to Lily, his face split open in a smile as he leaned down at kissed her quickly.

"What are you doing?" She scoffed, placing her hands on his flushed cheeks to warm them. "We've got to win this. If we don't win this, I'll break up with you."

"No you won't."

"No, I won't. But we'd better win."

Oh, Lord, I need to go to bed. Kill me now. I hate everything. Please review to make me feel better?