Crescent Moons ; J.S. Potter

45. that potter skill.

With the amount of stress that Daisy endured before Quidditch matches, one might think that she didn't even like the sport. The truth was, it was her favorite thing to do in the world. This was why, as usual, she was sitting anxiously at the Gryffindor table, sipping her pumpkin juice.

"First game of the season," said Marlee, as Daisy set her pumpkin juice back down on the table. "Nervous?"

"'Course," replied Daisy. "I'm so nervous I'm not even hungry. I hate how that happens every game."

James, as usual, shoved a muffin into her hands and shot her a stern look.

"Eat the muffin," he said. She sighed and bit into it—delicious, as always.

"Everyone, eat up quickly," she said. "We've got to go to the pitch in ten minutes to review the plays."

"Thought we reviewed everything at our last practice?" asked Thomas.

"That was two days ago."

"Right."

"Don't worry, my lady," said James. Daisy raised her eyebrows. "We'll win. Like you said, we improved a lot, and we were already good to begin with. Plus, I'll drop one hundred and fifty points today, promise."

Daisy grinned.

"One hundred and fifty?" she asked. "You sure?"

"Mhm!" said James. "I'll drop one hundred and fifty, you'll catch the Snitch to make it three hundred, and Thomas will block all the shots. That's three hundred to nothing, not counting Rose and Alice!"

Daisy laughed; it was really hard to stay angry at James Potter.

"Eat your muffin," he said once again. Daisy smiled before complying.

"Thanks for wearing red, guys," she said, to no one in particular, since the entire Gryffindor table was decked out in maroon from head to toe. "We'll defeat those blue-faced eagles."

Just when she was beginning to feel slightly less anxious, she heard a girl clear her throat from behind her. She turned around to see Rachel, but she wasn't looking at Daisy—she was looking at James. Daisy's eyes narrowed.

"Hey, James!" she said. "Like my outfit?"

Daisy looked at said outfit: she was wearing a dark red headband, which blended in with her red hair, a thick red sweater, and dark red sweatpants. Daisy hated how supportive she was.

"Oh, yeah, all red!" James replied. Rachel smiled and eyed the empty spot to the left of James. Daisy, who was sitting to the right of James, was not entirely on board with her plan.

"Can I sit here?" asked Rachel. Marlee coughed loudly. James opened his mouth to answer.

"No," said Daisy. Rachel looked at her with an innocently confused expression.

What an incredible actress.

"James needs to finish up his food," said Daisy. "He has plays to memorize in five minutes and can't talk at the moment."

"I won't distract him or anything—"

Marlee coughed even louder. Benjamin was raising his eyebrows at the red-headed girl. Thomas looked irritated and rolled his eyes. Gwen had an unimpressed look on her face.

"I'll just sit here quietly," assured Rachel. James' expression was unreadable, which annoyed Daisy even further. "I promise, Captain. I just want to support James since I know how much he cares about Quidditch, and how hard he trains. I'm so excited to watch his game! I'll be cheering from the stands, of course, which is why I'm dressed in—"