Author's Note: I am in the process of writing this Sirius Black fic on wattpad (tiny spon; my username's -thestrals) and I have this idea for a little jily moment, and I wanted to try it out in my style (I guess it's this weaksauce style) rather than the style I am writing the sirius fic in. I hope you enjoy and don't forget to review! Reviews are lovely. Again, my first language is not English, so I apologise for errors.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter-verse.

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"Fortesque passes to James - James shoots - damn it, Nott blocks it. Quaffle back into play, Slytherin in possesion. Lestrange, the slimy git - just joking, Professor, just joking - Lestrange, the mediocre Slytherin Chaser shoots - aaand, Merlin, he scores. The score is two hundred thirty to forty, Slytherin in the lead.

"Slytherin calls for a time out - what, do they need more time to plan disgusting plays? - sorry, Professor, I meant do they need more time to strategise decent plays? And Gryffindor takes the chance to have a small meeting - argument, more like, and look! James Potter isn't angrily pointing around like a madman! Something wrong, mate? Is it because I'm not allowed to play Beater? I apologise.

Back to the game, Quaffle under Gryffindor possession, still no sign of the Snitch, Meadows dodges a Bludger from the Slytherin Beater, Johnson passes - she seems kind of frustrated, to be honest - and - what the fuck! Sorry, Professor! Parkinson intercepts it! He's now rocking off to the goal posts, but surely, Wood won't let it pass him, and, phew, Wood blocks it.

"Quaffle in Slytherin possession - and Agrippa, is that the Snitch? Now, Croft can do anything on her Comet, but my parents just had to buy the new Cleansweep for Regulus - oh! Black - Merlin it's weird saying my own name - is hit by a well aimed Bludger from Bagman! Thank you, my friend, but it won't be enough to recover almost two hundred points, even the Snitch can't pull Gryffindor a win.

"James calls a time-out, and oh, what's this? Lily Evans is approaching them! She's got a look on her face - Merlin, that woman scares me - she seems to be arguing with Potter! Now is not the time, Lily! Potter only looks mildly annoyed, I suppose. Now Lily is speaking to the team, trying to be supportive I guess, and she's turning to leave, wait, she turns back and. . .

"Merlin's balls! She kisses James Potter! Oi, guys, don't start a make out session! Well, I'm one to talk, but. . . I think Lily Evans just guaranteed Gryffindor's win. At least, James looks more alive now."