He glares at me and stomps off.
When he is gone I smile.
I look at an old picture of James and I, forced by Lily to look like best friends. As it was magical it didn't work out to well, we were at opposite ends glaring daggers at each other.
I say to James " He's just like you, but not. Not at all."
He looks at me, the real me, and he just smirks.
I put the picture away.
I would most likely pull it out later say the same thing.
I wipe the smile from my face and leave.
I need to walk.
A/N: Any and all characters even slightly mentioned in this fic are not mine.