A person like James Potter is hard to avoid, especially at a place like Hogwarts where he was considered to be the controller of the student population.
 

As I pushed my trolley with ease through the crowd, I could tell people were watching. I wasn't something you missed.

"This one woke up late and we only mildly avoided a DWMD."

"Thank Merlin it didn't come to that."

Life in Hogwarts had soon wrapped around me and I came into a routine.

A part of my routine was avoiding James. 

 "YOU WANTED TO TALK HERE SO SIT DOWN!" 

"Why should I help you?"

"Because I can embarrass you worse than last year,"

 It was extremely funny watching him speed eat, the first time it happened, Dom had snorted and spat out her breakfast.

Fleur had been disgusted at both Louis and Dominique.

 And I was pushed right out the door.

How rude.

Yes, you heard me correctly. My best friend likes to have a tickling session with her boyfriend in the middle of the Great Hall at dinner time. 

 I went past bonkers.

I went straight for crazy. 

"I. Got. Mud. In. My. Hair!"  

 I was in good-cop-bad-cop-interrogation mode now. No one should mess with me.

 "Mae, breathe, breathe," Dom was urging me, her hand on my shoulders as I sat in my dressing gown and slippers on my bed hyperventilating.

I- huh- can't," I managed to get out.

 "Let the game begin!"

 Not past tense, present.

 This was us.