A Cup Affair

Chapter Seven

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"How do you feel having single handedly score 120 points right on the first match?"

James grinned. The game went just as it was supposed to – England won brilliantly, not only because of the score (340-100), but also because of how they had played.

"It's very good to be able to help the squad," he replied simply, "we're very focused on the World Cup, and it's very important to get good results. Now we've got to concentrate on the next match against Mexico."

Sirius was the first of his friends to get to him after the interview ended, but James could see the others following closely behind with the same grins on their faces.

"You were brilliant, Prongs!" Sirius cried happily. "Your sloth grip roll was nothing short of fantastic! I swear this is your best match since you slaughtered the Cannons!"

James laughed and threw his broom to the other hand.

"I suppose I've got to agree," he said, "but-"

His analysis, however, was cut short by a surprise attack by Marlene, who threw herself on his arms for a hug.

"Merlin, James!" She exclaimed as they parted. "You should've seen those Germans' faces! A bunch of them promised to off with your head!"

"Since when do you speak German?" James asked, raising an eyebrow. Marlene rolled her eyes.

"Irrelevant. You were amazing!"

Peter began recalling the key plays, aided by Remus and Sirius, while James discussed similarly with Marlene. Lily looked around. She really didn't care much for the talk, neither had brilliant inputs to contribute.

"What about you, Evans?" Potter asked, taking Lily out of her reverie. She looked at him as she heard her surname and raised her eyebrows when she noticed Potter had discarded his jersey.

Well, she thought as she felt the blood colour her face, there's at least one good thing about Quidditch...

"What about me?" She asked, looking at Potter again. He had a smirk splattered on his face – the exact same one he so often had worn on Hogwarts.

"How did you like the game, woman!" Potter cried, making Lily smile a bit and shrug.

"It was nice enough. But, if you allow me, I do believe your defence can improve..." she said, and James's smirk diminished. It was so easy to get to him!

"What...improve how? Robert didn't fail even once today...!"

"The problem with you Quidditch players is that you're all too stuck on your positions," Lily continued and Marlene grinned, "honestly, just because you're a chaser you can't help on the defence?"

"Well, he can't grab the bat and hit a Bludger on the adversary chaser, Evans." Sirius explained, as if he was talking to a child. Lily rolled her eyes. "Since when do you like sports?"

"I like sports, I'm not a fan of Quidditch," Lily cleared up, "even so, just because I don't like it, doesn't mean I don't understand it, which brings me back to my point...a chaser doesn't need a bat to help on defence. Let's say you haven't scored. The keeper has saved or some rubbish. What do you do?"