Lily sat down at the Gryffindor table for breakfast on her first day of classes. Excitement for her first day of classes had woken her early.

She plunked down next to Hugo who was engaged in conversation with a tall blonde boy seated across from him.

"…But it has happened so it could happen again! I'm not saying I'd be seeker but my dad was keeper for his team and the team is mostly my family!"

The blonde boy scoffed, "you overestimate yourself my friend. Just because one kid who you happen to be related to, got on the team as a first year, like, a hundred years ago, doesn't mean you can."

"Yeah we'll see who gets their butt kicked at flying today, and then we'll see who becomes the second first year Quidditch player!" Hugo gibed.

Lily rolled her eyes, "Why is it you only chose to be competitive with Quidditch?"

"I was raised this way."

Rose suddenly sat down across from Lily. "I don't think uncle Harry was actually the first ever, just the first in like, a long time." She put in.

"Yeah! Exactly! See, Rose don't you think I'm good enough to be on the Gryffindor team?" Hugo pleaded.

"Not my area of expertise to be honest. Look here's Albus ask him." She deflected.

"Ask me what?" he inquired sitting down beside Rose.

"Hugo wants to know if he has a chance at playing for Gryffindor this year."

They all looked at Albus for an answer.

"Uh…" he paused, looking nervously at his male cousin. He was saved by James' arrival at the table. "Oh well of course my wise older brother knows better than me! Isn't that right James?"

"Yes. Always." James answered without hesitation as he sat next to Lily, who was beginning to enjoy this.

James poured himself some orange juice and reached over Lily towards the stack of waffles. "Of what in particular do I know better on this occasion?" he asked filling his plate and emptying his goblet.

"Hugo wants to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team this year." Lily repeated.

He snorted into his cup, causing juice to go everywhere. James tried to mop up the mess with a napkin but was interrupted by Rose cleaning it with a wave of her wand. He sniggered and refilled his goblet.

"Well Hugo I hate to be the one to tell you this-" he was interrupted by the arrival of two more Weasleys, Fred and Roxanne.

"What's all the commotion over here? I saw you spit up your breakfast from halfway across the room" Fred inquired.

"Our old Hugo wants to play Quidditch this year." James informed him with a grin.

"Yeah and I'm going to be head girl." Fred smirked.

Hugo's hopeful grin dropped off his face. "You guys are the worst," said Hugo annoyed. "I could totally do it."

Roxy sat next to him and put an arm around his shoulder. "Yeah guys leave him alone! Hugo's a great flier!"

"Thank you Roxy!" Hugo replied pounding a fist on the table.

"He deserves your respect!"

"Yeah I do!"

"So what if he can't catch a ball to save his life?"

"Yeah…wait,"

"...He's our cousin and we love him anyway!"

"Wait, go back to the catching part"

Roxy ignored him and went on. "So maybe we have to let him win sometimes but that's only because we're all so great at Quidditch! Its not his fault!"

"Whoa what!"

"What?"

"You let me win? When?"

"Uh…you know…once in a while"

"How long has this been going on?"

They all looked at each other, Hugo in pure mortification. His blonde friend was hiding a laugh behind his hand.

Albus tried to help "its not that you aren't good at flying, its just… uh…"

"You're stronger in other areas." Offered Lily
Hugo hid his head under his arms. "My whole life is a lie."

They all sat there and looked at each other guiltily.

"Whelp! time for class." James said pulling his bag over his shoulder. You guys need help finding your classrooms?"

Lily blinked and looked at her schedule. "Oh yeah where's the potions room from here?"

"Down in the dungeons. Just go left outside the hall. Then left again at the end of the corridor. Keep going down till you hit the dungeons."

"Can you show me?"

Rose stepped in "I'm going that way, I'll show you."

"Yeah Hugo and me too," Added Roxy pulling Hugo off the table, "Lets go drama queen".

Poor Hugo. He's always the butt of the joke. Hey look I wrote something!