All was well
By: EvieGracePotter
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Disclaimer: The wonderful J.K Rowling's!
LILY'S #POV :
WAKE UP LILY!" My dreams are shattered as I open my eyes drowsily, and see a very desperate looking Alice glaring at me. "It's 9:00 and the others have gone already!" She cries, loudly. Suddenly, I realise what she means and give an audible gasp before jumping out of bed, getting dressed, grabbing my speech that I am supposed to present to the whole school (in 20 minutes!) and rush out.
I finally arrive at the main hall where James and Dumbledore are waiting. James says nothing, but he later catches my eyes and smirks, his wonderful eyes sparkle with mischief as he listens to Professor Dumbledore. I glare at him, embarrassed at my quick and not entirely well planned entrance to the great hall.
At breakfast, I sit with the marauders (unfortunately) and I watch Sirius Black shove sausages in his mouth, I swear he fit like 12 in there! After breakfast, we present our speech (which goes unusually well) and then head back to our dorms to collect books and paperwork before heading out to our classes.
Like all usual Mondays, our time table is packed, it looks something like this:
1, First period- Ancient Runes
2, Morning- Defence against the dark arts
3, After Break- Arithmancy
4 - LUNCH BREAK
5, After lunch- Potions (my favourite)
After that we have a free afternoon to study in our common rooms and study.
After our classes are done, we head back to our common rooms. I settle in my favourite chair by the fire, spread out all my work and start studying. James sits opposite me and pretends to read a book, occasionally glancing my way and staring for what seems like forever until I look up, or look for a book and he's caught, his cheeks blushing slightly every time.
When I have finally forgotten about Potter watching me and settled into my work, I finish my essay for Professor Slughorn. When I next look up, I see James asleep. His book on his chest, his glasses sitting at an odd angle, his legs hanging of the couch and his remaining books lying on the ground. "What a mess!" I mutter to myself. I decide, after many long minutes of pondering thoughts, that I have to clean him up. I first clean my stuff, setting my books in a neat pile and folding my blanket up. Then I begin on Potter.
I carefully pick up his glasses and set them in arm's reach on the table next to him. Then, I pick up his books and set them in a neat pile on the table. Being careful not to wake him, I gently lift his legs up and lay them in a straighter position, Pick up his book and find a suitable bookmark before resting it
underneath his glasses. And finally, Spread a blanket over him. "There!" I whisper. As a finishing touch, I straiten his tie, stroke his hair and whisper softly, "Goodnight James." Before heading to bed