Eye
"OW!"
"Honestly, Potter! I didn't do it on purpose!"
"You mean you didn't mean to purposely turn around and purposely ram your elbow into my eye?!?"
"That's correct. It was a reflex!"
"So a reflex made my eye swell up like a Bludger? My EYE, Evans!"
"Yes, I know it was your eye I hit, James Charlus Potter!"
"How did you know my middle..."
"That's not important right now! Now hold still!"
And somewhere between realizing the brute strength contained in Evans' dainty arm and watching her pull a raw beefsteak out of her bag, James Potter knew he was in love.
Haha. I hope it's ok that I switched the prompt around a bit, but I had to do this! This is to xoxcrescentmoonxox, with lots of non-creepy love and awesome virtual cookies! Not beefsteaks, though. I'd like to think this was set in the middle of their second year.