James stepped off his broom and ran his fingers through his windswept hair. He grinned at the numerous girls in the stands who screamed his name. Sirius walked up behind him and the squealing started anew.
Sirius crossed his toned arms and flashed the girls a brilliant smile.
"Y'know, mate," he said to James, "whoever invented Quidditch was bloody brilliant. They came up with a sport that is extremely enjoyable and also gets you every girl who is or is not already attracted to your stunning good looks."
James rolled his eyes, laughing. "Padfoot, you need to find yourself a hobby...like scrapbooking."
"I have a hobby!" Sirius proclaimed, feigning hurt.
"Girls is not a hobby," James retorted.
"Neither is Lily," Sirius replied, waggling his finger at James.
James shook his head. "I do other things," he muttered.
"Like?"
James was about to answer, but he caught sight of Lily's flaming red hair up in the stands as she talked animatedly to her best friend Alice.
Sirius followed his gaze, then rolled his eyes and began dragging James off the field by the sleeve of his Gryffindor Quidditch robe. "Sure, mate. Of course you have other hobbies."
Part Two of my Quidditch drabble. I posted it because I couldn't help myself...ReViEw!