Sorry for the delay-- Life and all that, and then when I sat down to write I ended up with a decent-length one-shot instead of a drabble... That should be up in the next week... I'm back though... and I'm going for 100!
Thanks for sticking by me, and welcome to all the "newbies" ;)
James Potter and Sirius are playing one-on-one quidditch right in front of me and my friends.
I'm sure they picked our spot on purpose...
Potter keeps winking at me, blowing me kisses... showing off by doing feints and twists.
As if the whole school didn't already know the jerk liked me.
uuuuugh- here he comes-
-flying towards me - with a stick?! Has he gone mad??
"For you, my lady —a rose as delightful as yourself."
I look back at his hand- and there's a beautiful rose.
That he transfigured.
For me.
Alright... maybe I do like him now... a little...
