LETTERS TO LILY - PROLOGUE
It all started because he loved her. Because really… what better reason was there to start? He supposed he could have loved her from afar – away from the quill and parchment, away from the dusty chair and the wooden desk and away from the Owlery. But what would have been the fun in that?
James Potter had never been one to sit still. He hadn't sat still whilst getting his flu injection (resulting in receiving the needle in the upper leg region) and he hadn't sat still during his first lot of OWLs. So why would he simply sit there, with his hands under his legs and love Lily Evans, when he could be doing crazy things, like… oh, you know, writing her letters (and not diary entries, as Sirius liked to jokingly call them) and leaving them hidden anonymously in the Owlery. Psh… what a crazy, wild thing to do.
Actually, when he sat down to think about what he was doing it did sound rather moronic and pathetic. But it wasn't like he was writing letters pronouncing his love to her or declaring her beauty to be similar to that of a thousand stars, as Peter had daringly suggested, and it wasn't as though he was pouring out feelings into every word. He simply wanted a way to talk to her without being James Potter. Because… although he wasn't proud of it, Lily Evans seemed to think of him as… somewhat of a twat. Or maybe… less of a twat, and more of a… toad? Was that the word she had used? Anyway, although they were (kind of) friends and she was Head Girl and he was Head Boy, it wasn't as though he could walk up to her and ask her about the weather or about how her day was going or about how things were at home. Okay… maybe he could, but it was far more easy to be courageous when he was scribbling on a piece of parchment. Plus there was the fact that his mouth seemed to run away on him a lot, and while on parchment you could simply scribble it out or start on a blank piece, in real life, the closest you could get was banging your head against the nearest wall and apologising profusely.
But on any account, they were letters… letters to Lily, and somehow, they were enough.
A/N
This is a short story (five or so chapters) that I've been working on for a little while, and it'll be incredibly fluffy and easy-going compared to some of my other stuff. Actually, most of my stuff is fluffy. Welp. Enjoy and I'd love to hear what you think.