James, as it turned out, was an incredibly superstitious person. Lily rolled her eyes as she watched James pile specific foods on his plate in specific order.
"Why couldn't your lucky food be something simple, like orange marmalade toast?" she asked, quite unable to look away from his train wreck of a plate. "And why doesn't Sirius have the same?"
"My lucky food is orange marmalade toast," Sirius replied, taking a bite of his eggs. "He's not going to eat it, though. He never eats before a match."
"It brought us the Cup four years in a row," James snapped at Sirius, and Lily's eyes went wide.
"I'm going to go find Marlene and Mary," Lily said, starting to stand up. "I promised I'd sit with them in the stands."
"Wait, Lily, you have to wear my lucky scarf," James said, holding up the old, slightly stained Gryffindor scarf.
"James, I was all for this a few months ago, but it's May, for Merlin's sake."
This is the Championship game. My last championship. Do we really want to risk it?" he asked, as he pulled the knitted material around her neck. She sighed a rolled her eyes. Before she left, she kisses his nose.
"And there's your good luck kiss," she said. "The girls are waiting. I'll see you boy later." She got up and turned to find her friends. She couldn't help but grin as she lightly played with the fringe at one end of the scarf.