Snitch
Yellow
Charlie was a talented Seeker, I'm sure.
I even saw his games once in awhile.
But I really do hate that Snitch.
I have a reason.
Arthur and I were watching the Gryffindor/Hufflepuff Quidditch match.
It was sixth year, I believe.
He was sitting there, just holding my hand, when I screamed.
The bright yellow-ish gold (well, I suppose it's called the Golden Snitch, but I always thought it a vibrant shade of yellow) was hovering right in my face.
And behind it was the Hufflepuff Seeker. Clad in yellow.
Flying toward the Snitch.
At full speed.
You don't need to know the rest.
Ginny's favorite Muggle shirt was bright yellow, with monkeys and bananas all over it.
I hated that shirt.
Need I remind you of the incident?
The Hufflepuff Seeker (with the Snitch in hand) and I were rushed to the hospital wing.
Hufflepuff had one, and the bedcovers were bright yellow.
It was an old tradition that died out presently, when Bill got to school, but I loved it.
Until then.
I took one look at the bedcovers and gave up my lunch.
The entire day took its toll on me; the Seeker Incident was the cherry on top.
Needless to say, yellow is not my favorite color.
I was always afraid one of the children would end up in Hufflepuff, and I'd have to have something yellow as a reminder to that awful day.
Yellow.
Ugh.
My least favorite color.
A/N: I hate the color yellow, though I don't have as good a reason!
Sorry it's dreadfully short; this was more of a drabble!