On Lily's seventeenth birthday, James had given her a genuinely exquisite gift, showing a great deal of thought. Although he put effort into her gift every year, this time it was noticeably more reliable—not based on his own subjective assumptions, but on a serious consideration of what Lily would actually like.
You could tell it hit the mark just by seeing the bright, happy smile on Lily's face. Besides that, he had also given her a Golden Snitch.
Even though he wasn't a Seeker, that didn't matter. Lily liked the Golden Snitch, so he had simply hopped on his broom and caught one for her. Catching a Golden Snitch was nothing; James Potter was, after all, a Quidditch prodigy.
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