Before I liked anything about James I liked his teeth. Which might make you think I liked his smile but that isn't true I mean he has a great smile. But I liked his teeth; they're what make the smile you know. They're were wonderfully white and perfectly arranged in his mouth, unlike my own (which I think are horribly off) they were shaped just so and they sparkled when he laughed, and from the moment I first saw them I was entranced. How could anyone not be? The best thing about them though were his incisors. They were sharp pointy and absolutely wolf-like. I had never seen anything like them. They were gorgeous and ever so slightly dangerous, much like their owner.
My first glimpse of them was on the train. I went to chase after the food trolley and quite literally ran into him and them embarrassed I ran off without a word. He followed me back to my carriage, and as I sat there mentally slapping myself the door slipped open and there he was grinning, and sparkling. I missed just about everything he said because I was trying to figure out just how some on e could have teeth that looked that pointy and not puncture their tongue.
Those teeth were probably the reason I finally said yes. Or, at least they were a deciding factor. Maybe it was a bit superficial, but the idea of getting to do some closer examination gave me chills. And believe me I got closer. The fact was James' teeth were dead sexy.
Lily Evans wore green pajamas and at first I considered it completely blasphemous. I wondered what was wrong with her, wearing that much green in the Gryffindor common room. A slightly oversized green shirt with dark green shorts all under a pale green dressing gown. On occasion she would put on fluffy green slippers too. One of her friends asked in first year why she did it and she simply answered that it was her favorite color. This I snorted at. I hated those pajamas with a passion. They were completely inappropriate. No one ever asked her about it again but it wasn't the last I thought of it.
Lily was always first into her pajamas, even if she was last to bed. She absolutely adored that traitorous costume, which was probably why by about 5th year or so it didn't seem so blasphemous anymore seeing as how the green fabric of the top and bottom had become faded and worn. Plus the shirt was no longer so ridiculously large on her. The edges of the shorts now sat high on her pale thighs. It was maddening and still totally inappropriate, but for a totally different reason. I couldn't care less what color they were because I no longer noticed the color. All I saw were the curves that the thinning fabric clung to. The shirt had a hole at the bottom just big enough for her to slip her hand through and twist the fabric around when she was nervous. I loved it when she did that. I loved those pajamas; they were perfect. And Lily liked them.
Then one day she got new pajamas. They were dark red. I wanted to know what happened to the old ones. She told her friend the old ones were to worn and it got too cold in the tower sometimes. I just missed the old ones.