Begin at the Beginning
When: 5th/7th Year Where: Slytherin Locker Room
It was a crisp fall day, and Lily was brushing off grass from where she had fallen off her broom during practise, annoyed. It hadn't been her fault, not really. She could have taken the hit from the bludger fine if it hadn't been for her new quidditch gloves. She hadn't gotten a chance to break them in yet, they were shiny and too new, too well-oiled, and her hands had slid.
She glanced up as their coach said something, and then her gaze rolled over her team-mates as she changed into her uniform. It was the first practise of the year, everyone was a little rusty, after all -- and as her mind wandered, she realised she had been staring at Scorpius Malfoy, and looked away, blushing red.
Stupid losing track of her thoughts. It happened all too often.