Just call me Lil (HP next generation)

Chapter 8 - Quidditch

Scorpius

I wake up feeling incredibly happy. Because a) today is the first Quidditch match of this year, b) it is versus Ravenclaw (those are one of the most challenging matches) so c) I will play versus Lily.

Suddenly the dorm's door opens and the head of a girl peeps around it. Oh merlin. Sequoia. Please no.

I pull the sleeves up - I always sleep shirtless and she just isn't worth seeing that. 

"There's a face on your make-up," I mutter. "Go away from my dorm."

"No," she responds, fluttering her eyelashes and twisting a strand of her far too blonde hair. Ugh. It's ugly and absolutely nothing compared to Lily's auburn hair. 

I sigh, take my wand and point it bored at her. "Go away."

She lowers her chin and looks at me, trying to look like a little, harmless dog.

"Go away," I repeat, feeling a bit angry.

"Shouldn't you be dressing yourself for the match?" she goes on, probably making a suggestion.

"Yes so could you please go away," I say and whisper "Petrificus Totalus." the spell hitting the door just above her hand.

She sighs, finally being irritated, and walks away, closing the door.

No. If there's anyone on this shirt good enough to see me shirtless, it's Lily. And no one else.

***

"Is it nerves I see there?" Blake grins.

I sigh and try to eat something from my scrambled eggs. "No. I was just wondering why scrambled eggs are breakfast food. Why isn't it accepted to eat it for lunch?"

"What's wrong with you," Embra mutters, blowing her hair out of her face. 

"Nothing," I mumble, glancing over at the Ravenclaw table and noticing Lily feeling the same like me. Her chin is resting in her hands and she is stirring her tea, being oblivious of the fuss around her. When our eyes meet for a split second I try to give her an encouraging smile. I hope I succeeded.

***

"Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the year!" the voices of the brothers Scamander boom through the stadium. "Ravenclaw versus Slytherin! Who will win?"

"Ravenclaw of course!" Lysander shouts excitedly. He is in Ravenclaw, obviously, I think rather annoyed. The commentators should be impartial. Or not. Maybe it is funnier this way.

"Let's not choose a side," Lorcan, his twin brother says. "Yet. The teams are preparing themselves and will enter the pitch shortly. This will be a very interesting match, won't it?"

"Yes, Lorcan, it definitely will be. Ravenclaw has some very good players in it, but Slytherin too. It looks as if it'll be a breath-taking match!"

"Let's go," Mashmain says with his extremely low voice and he points at the door. If someone tells me that one of his parents is either a troll or giant I would believe them for one hundred percent.

"Ah! The Slytherin team is entering the pitch! Mashmain! Malfoy! O'Brien! Hackett! Keegan! Mattingly and Leblanc!"

"The fact that there's just one girl surprises me."

"Not me, Lysander."

I look at the cheering crowd and grin. The feeling right now, the feeling during a Quidditch match can't be described. The adrenalin rushing through my veins, the crowd's 'ooh's and 'aah's, the moment when the final whistle sounds...