“Good morning, Lily… Donna…” said Adam McKinnon, as the two girls sat down close to him. Adam—like Donna—was dressed in Gryffindor Quidditch robes. “You going to the match today, Lily?”
“I never miss them,” she replied. “Hence my current patriotism…” She indicated to the red and gold scarf hanging around her neck.
“Lily, you wear that every day,” Donna pointed out. “I would hardly call that house pride.”
“Only in cold weather and only with my uniform,” argued Lily. “I never wear it with street clothes. It is house pride.”
“The Hufflepuff players look more enthusiastic for Gryffindor than you do,” said Donna coolly.
“They do not. They don’t, do they, Adam?” She turned to the wizard for support, but he frowned.
“I don’t know, Lily, I think a few of them are probably wearing more red and gold than you are, right now. Actually…” He surveyed her outfit. “Considering your top is sort of yellow-ish, and your skirt is black… I’d reckon you’re wearing more Hufflepuff colors.”
“It’s a cream colored sweater for Merlin’s sake!” protested Lily, as Donna laughed. “You two are ridiculous.”
“‘Morning, Shack,” said James Potter’s voice, as he appeared, taking a seat across from them. “'Morning, McKinnon… Snaps.” He was in a good mood. He was in a Quidditch game mood, and he looked it, Lily thought, the way his hair seemed even messier today, and a crooked grin was fixed upon his face.
Pouring a goblet of pumpkin juice, James glanced at Lily. “Gee, Snaps, you really went all out with the house spirit, didn’t you?”
A more human way to work.