Everything belongs to JK except the plot. That's all mine, suckers.

James Potter walked into the common room lackadaisically, enjoying the sunshine on a lazy Saturday morning. He grinned in the direction of Lily Evans arguing with Marlene McKinnon over what looked like a deck of cards.

"I'm telling you, it's impossible!" insisted Marlene, while Lily shook her head smiling, the sunlight making her hair sparkle like rubies.

"Marls, you keep guessing wrong!" James inched forward to eavesdrop shamelessly.

"I've said every single card that's in there!" Marlene persisted stubbornly.

"Except mine." Lily pointed out helpfully.

"Wuzgoingon?" Sirius Black appeared suddenly at his best mate's side, clearly having just woken up. "Why are they fighting?"

"Looks like Marlene's trying to guess Lily's card."

"She seems to be failing hugely." Sirius observed as Marlene guessed again and again she was incorrect.

"Marlene!" Lily stood up exasperated, finally losing patience with her friend. "I didn't bloody jinx it against you! Black," She addressed the two boys watching the show, "What card am I holding in my hand?"

Sirius pretended to think about it for a moment. "Two of spades?"

"Nope." She sat down, grinning smugly at Marlene.

Marlene needed further convincing. "Potter, you guess!"

"Alright," James looked thoughtfully at the card being held between Lily's fore and middle finger knuckles. She had an extremely demure look on her face. "Jack of diamonds?"

In response, she used her thumb to flip the card around, now pinning it between her thumb and forefinger.

Marlene immediately began shouting about how she'd said that one already, and Sirius left the common room, the entertainment being over and food now in order. James roused himself and followed his friend, chuckling as he exited the portrait hole.

Trust Lily to get the Queen of Hearts.

Well, there you have it. I got inspiration for this one while sitting on my couch and picking up a lone card off the coffee table, the card being the queen of hearts. From there, the story practically wrote itself.

And now, a contest! (I really need inspiration for a oneshot) How many pairs of sunglasses are on my lampshade right now? (Yes, of course I keep my sunglasses on my lampshade.)

Give me your answer and your fav HP pairing. Tell me the genre and the preferred rating, and I'll write you a oneshot!

See ya, Lovelies!

P.A. Faraway