Hate
"He's a twat."
Mary and Marlene glanced to each other, barely controlling their smirks as Lily began to unpromptly complain about James Potter once again.
"I mean who does he think he is?" She waved her hairbrush in the air, "Showing off instead of focusing on the match going on! He's probably the reason we lost, you know? And Frank's thinking about giving him captain? Is he completely insane? I get that Potter is good at quidditch and yeah, I'll admit he's got leader potential and knows how to inspire people and he's smart enough to come up with good game plans for matches, and can pay enough attention to work out his team's strengths and downfalls. But God, he's such a show off! We're trying to watch the match and he just has to start doing broom tricks mid game, taking our attention off the actual match and missing a goal!"
"Pretty sure most people still saw the goal", Mary snorted.
"Well", Lily huffed, agitated, "I didn't! I was trying to watch it and he just starts grinning right at me then stands up on his broom and flips it! I completely missed the goal, and then he had the audacity to spend the rest of the match concentrating and not glancing back at me once."
"Is that... bad?" Marlene interjected.
Lily looked at her like she completely missed the point, "Yes!"
"You want him to look at you?" Mary smiled, sending a knowing look to Marlene.
Lily turned a bright crimson, "Of course not! I just mean that he shouldn't look at me during a match just to try to take my attention away from everyone else, and then purposely not look at me for the rest of the match after succeding in his stupid, conniving, little plan!"
"Wow, he's horrible", Marlene sarcastically drawled out.
Lily did not pick up her tone and instead sighed, sitting back on her bed and pulling her jumper over her head.
"Exactly, Marlene!" She huffed, "Now, I've got to go to breakfast where he's going to be sitting having already piled up a plate of all my favourite breakfast foods and poured me a cup of tea!"
Lily stormed angrily out of the room, after not-so-discreetly checking she looked okay in the mirror.
"She's the smart one", Marlene frowned in shock.
Mary nodded with a laugh, "Well, yeah, didn't you know cute boys thoughtfully dishing you up breakfast was the worst thing ever?"