QUIDDITCH! YAY! The best non-existant sport invented by mankind :D I really like Quidditch, and I realized that I haven't written a drabble on it...I don't think. Anyway, this is the first of a pair of drabbles. Review :) Oh, and if you like RosexScorpius, check out my story 'How Scorpius Met Rose'!
"The guy who invented Quidditch is officially my favourite person to have ever existed," Lily Evans declared as Gryffindor scored again, putting them sixty points ahead of Ravenclaw.
"Is it because you're actually interested in the game?" her friend Alice asked. "Or is it because James Potter looks so sexy in those robes, when his hair is all windswept..." Alice glanced at Lily, who was watching James with a dazed expression.
She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "I don't fancy him, if that's what you're implying."
"Sure you don't," Alice said condescendingly.
"Although it is true that Potter is very...physically attractive, his personality still leaves something to be desired."
"That's true."
Lily nodded resolutely. "Exactly."
"But that doesn't mean that you don't fancy him," Alice said as James blew past them on his broom, his robes billowing out behind him as he chased the Quaffle.
Lily reddened.
"Honey, it's like you're undressing him with your eyes. Maybe Quidditch isn't such a good thing after all, if it's putting you in such denial."
"I'm not in denial!" Lily screeched before turning an even brighter red as the students around them glanced at her questioningly. "And I'm not undressing him with my eyes," she whispered.
Alice patted her shoulder. "It's alright. I'll still love you when you become Mrs. Lily Potter."