you know how to ball, i know aristotle
James/Lily
Lily folded her arms tight, forcing her voice flat. “You’re all ridiculous. It’s a jumper. A practical garment for chilly weather.”
“Jersey,” Sirius corrected again, deadly serious, like the distinction mattered somehow. “Not just a jersey. His jersey. The holy relic of Gryffindor Quidditch. And you’re wearing it like a badge of honor.”
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