07 4 / 2012
“Don’t feel stupid if you don’t like what everyone else pretends to love.” - Emma Watson
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31 3 / 2012
“How on earth did you get to be Head Boy, Potter?” She asked, rolling her eyes as she looked at the Head Boy badge pinned to his blazer.
James had thought about this for a long time, he honestly had no idea what the Headmaster had been thinking. Sure he could spend more time with Lily, not that that seemed to be doing him any favours.
Everything changed between them when James’ father died.
He was standing outside leaning against the door frame, to the Potter’s family house, when she approached him. He couldn’t understand why she would even bother coming to visit him.
“Hi..um I heard about your father, I’m really sorry. I know it must be hard, loosing someone you love like that. I know we’re not close, but if their is anything I can do for you….” Lily started to speak, sympathy echoed in her expression and tone, as she reached forward, placing her hand on his.
James interrupted her, he hated her feeling sorry for him. “What are you doing here, Lily?”
Lily was taken aback by his cold tone, she quickly retracted her hand and stepped away from him. “I’m sorry, I just thought, that I should … oh I don’t know.”
“Well you shouldn’t have bothered.” said James, as he turned away from her green eyes, and walked into the house.
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Lily sat with piles of books around her, she turned pages after pages, without really reading what was written. She couldn’t stop thinking about James, and the way he had spoken to her. Perhaps she shouldn’t have gone to his house, maybe it was better if she stayed out of way from now on.
A loud knock on the kitchen door alerted her, that she had a visitor. Quickly getting to her feet, Lily smoothed down the creases in her top and made her way to the door.
“Hi be with you in a minute, my top is just caught on the door handle.” She said laughing, as she pulled her top free. When she opened the door, Lily blushed, there standing in front of her was James Potter.
He didn’t say anything, he just looked at her, then stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered.
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