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By the weekend, James's bruise had discolored into a large purple spot the length of a quaffle, but he was brushed it off as a minor injury. "You should've seen me after my first Quidditch match."

"He took a drop, didn't you?" Sirius chimed in.

James, catching a glimpse of fifth year girls, shouted out, "Evans! Fancy a date on Valentine's Day!"

"No, thanks," said an auburn haired witched, stopping.

"Join us for some butterbeer then," Sirius recommended.

"James was just telling us about his first Quidditch match," Peter pipped up. "He fell quite hard."

"You should have landed on your head then," said the auburn-haired witch to James before heading off.