She could fight like hell, everyone knew that. There wasn't one living soul in the whole of Hogwarts that wouldn't agree. Debating, shouting, screaming, dueling, and-she had mastered the fine art of it all.
Nobody could beat her, nobody dared to counter her. Except for one person, the rich and famous James Potter. And one day in third year...
"Your mother's homemade fudge." James crosses his arms across his lean chest, scoffing.
"Yes." Lily does the same, annoyed.
"I'll wager that my mother's homemade fudge is better than your mother's." He grins.
"Is not." She widens her eyes in shock, astonished.
"Is too."
"Are you saying that my mother doesn't know how to make fudge?" Lily screams, jabbing a finger at James. He doesn't flinch.
"Yeah." He states.
"Well I'd wager that your mother hasn't even ever made fudge in her whole life!" She shouts.
"She has." James states, standing taller, towering over Lily.
"That's not true."
"Yes it is." counters James.
"IS NOT!"
"IS TOO!"
"IS NOT!"
And so it goes on, until James is towering threateningly over Lily and Lily herself is staring up at him defiantly. Only until a professor shouts at them to get to class, do honey swirls of hazel stop staring into emerald pools of green.
Instead of becoming a politician and winning every debate, she became an Auror and died.
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Just a silly piece that I thought up in India. Hope you like it xD Please review!