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Snowflakes
and Eloquence:
A Holiday Ficlet
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(James)
"Lily, wait!" I blustered, tripping over the last step off the train.
She turned in time to see me stumble, eyes sweeping coldly over my earnest (I hoped) and somewhat embarrassed (I knew) expression. "What is it, Potter?" she gritted.
"Well, I mean…"What did I mean to say?
"Out with it, then," she waited. But I can't remember! "Look. I don't have time for this. I've told you before that I won't date you. Now, I have to go. My parents are waiting for me." She turned to leave.
"Lily!" I remembered. How thick am I, really?
She paused, mid-turn. "What!?" Her gloved hands flew up dramatically, revealing her frustration. I know you hate me, Lily.
"I just…I mean…er, take this," I stuttered. It's the cold, I swear! Really.
"A note?" she queried doubtfully, raising one delicate eyebrow.
"Er—yeah." That's me. Eloquent to the core. I'm extremely articulate. She looked skeptically at the crumpled parchment I had placed in her hand. "Read it." One last attempt at composure couldn't hurt, could it? It bloody well could! What else does one do with a note? Clean teeth, perhaps? I walked away quickly, before I could possibly appear more idiotic.
That went well, James, I congratulated myself dully.
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(Lily)
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James Potter gave me a note. Do I read it? Of course not. I scoffed, shoving it into my pocket.
A mere five seconds later, I found myself shaking my head in self disgust as I unwadded the grimy-looking thing. And there goes my resolution…
Dear Lily,
Dear Evans,
Dear Lily Evans,
Miss Evans,
Lily,
(Does the bloke have some sort of mental impairment?)
I know you probably won't read this, as I'm the one who gave it
to you. In any
case, I just wanted you to know a few things. As I can't seem
to talk all that well to your
face, well, you got a messy note instead of some noble
declaration.
Well, there's a reason I act so…dumb around you. And I've
tried to change this
year, I really have. But you're you,
so…yeah.
This is it.
I love you.
—James
He what?
Do I believe him?
I mean, it is James. Potter. I meant Potter.
He said he tried to change for me.
Why would he ever do that?
So…do I believe him?
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(James)
She hates me. She hates me. She hates me.
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(Lily)
What was I supposed to do? I mean, the bloke went and told me he loves me.
"James!" I puffed. Damn, but the boy can walk fast.
He turned, hazel eyes searching my own, desperation etched deep into his expression. "Lily," he returned softly. A slow smile began spreading across his face. What did he find?I stood frozen. Snowflakes drifted through the December air, landing in his eyelashes and melting into nothingness. What is this feeling of fate?
He repeated my name again. As he took a step closer to me, images of past years played in my mind—
James laughed. I yelled.
James kissed Alice. I cried for no reason.
James smiled at me in the halls. I suppressed a grin with my famous scowl.
James asked me out again. I called him an arrogant bastard.
James stuttered an excuse. I lectured a rebuke.
And now. James just kissed me. Well, what else could I have done? I've repressed a crush on the git for years upon years. I just…yeah. I'm the idiot here, aren't I?
So I did the only thing I could. I closed my eyes happily, brought my arms slowly around his warm neck, and kissed him back. As the snow tickled my nose, I leaned back slightly and opened my eyes to see James grinning at me.
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(James)
She loves me!
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