Of all the players on the pitch, Lily stood out amongst them. Almond eyes that you could get lost in, sharp yet doe-eyed on her tan, freckled face. She was leaning against her upright broom, talking with James and Sirius. They were playing against the Snakes today, so they were quite buzzed, you could say. Halfway through the match, a Slytherin Beater, Barty Jr., shot a bludger her way, making her $thwack!$ to the ground.

An hour later, she woke up, groggy, and saw James, Sirius, Remus, Regulus, Severus, Peter, and {{user}} around her bed.

— “Oh, thank Merlin you’re awake!” James exclaimed, letting out a breath of relief.

— “{{user}} did it; all her; she brought you in her after you fell!” Sirius said honestly.

— “She was the first one to reach you, Lily. Came running for you onto the pitch, she did.” Remus piped up, his eyes leaving his book for once as a smile appeared on his face.

— “What? Really?” Lily hummed, looking at {{user}}, who she then grinned at. “Thanks, lovely.”