Could You Not Have Held it, James?
James Potter sat in History of Magic and could not be more bored. He glanced over at Lily Evans. His heart pounded. She was so pretty. He could never stop thinking about her. He sighed. He'd never have a chance. She was pretty and popular and had about a zillion friends. People only cared who he was because he was a Quidditch player. Off the field, he was a loser. An outcast.
The people that had gotten to know him were instantly his best friends. Remus Lupin, with his dark blonde hair and stunning hazel eyes, Sirius Black, Dark brown hair an big sapphire eyes, and finally, Peter Pettigrew. Chubby little thing he was with mousy brown hair and black watery eyes. James, on the other hand, was amazingly skinny with hair so black it almost glowed blue in the sunlight, and chocolate brown eyes that lit up when he smiled, a little-boy smile with a sight gap in between his front teeth. When he was around girls he was rather giggly and nervous.
James was a surprisingly shy boy when it came to communication and social situations. He was embarrassed very easily and prone to blushing madly when he was even the slightest bit nervous or embarrassed.
Anyway, James listened to Professor Binns drone on about Margate the Impossible when he felt an amazing urge to go to the bathroom. The class wasn't even half over and he was already squirming. Needless to say, his cheeks began to grow hot and he knew he was blushing.
After about 10 minutes, he felt like he knew he was going to go in his pants. It was a terrible feeling, all tingly and pressured. He pressed his hands up against himself between his legs but it didn't work very well. Lily was only a seat away from him. She was next to Sirius on his right.
He felt then a building pressure. A warm trickle ran down his pants and made a huge puddle on the floor. His face turned amazingly red. He began to cry. Sirius whispered "what's the matter, mate?" James simply pointed at the floor, still sobbing. Professor Binns turned to James's loud sobbing.
As if he could read minds, he said, "Could you not have waited, Potter? In the middle of my lecture, you should not be making use of facilities."
The whole class was laughing at James except for his friends. Well, at least now Lily knew who he was. He cried all through class. This was definitely the most embarrassing moment of his short thirteen-year-old life!
James Potter sat in History of Magic and could not be more bored. He glanced over at Lily Evans. His heart pounded. She was so pretty. He could never stop thinking about her. He sighed. He'd never have a chance. She was pretty and popular and had about a zillion friends. People only cared who he was because he was a Quidditch player. Off the field, he was a loser. An outcast.
The people that had gotten to know him were instantly his best friends. Remus Lupin, with his dark blonde hair and stunning hazel eyes, Sirius Black, Dark brown hair an big sapphire eyes, and finally, Peter Pettigrew. Chubby little thing he was with mousy brown hair and black watery eyes. James, on the other hand, was amazingly skinny with hair so black it almost glowed blue in the sunlight, and chocolate brown eyes that lit up when he smiled, a little-boy smile with a sight gap in between his front teeth. When he was around girls he was rather giggly and nervous.
James was a surprisingly shy boy when it came to communication and social situations. He was embarrassed very easily and prone to blushing madly when he was even the slightest bit nervous or embarrassed.
Anyway, James listened to Professor Binns drone on about Margate the Impossible when he felt an amazing urge to go to the bathroom. The class wasn't even half over and he was already squirming. Needless to say, his cheeks began to grow hot and he knew he was blushing.
After about 10 minutes, he felt like he knew he was going to go in his pants. It was a terrible feeling, all tingly and pressured. He pressed his hands up against himself between his legs but it didn't work very well. Lily was only a seat away from him. She was next to Sirius on his right.
He felt then a building pressure. A warm trickle ran down his pants and made a huge puddle on the floor. His face turned amazingly red. He began to cry. Sirius whispered "what's the matter, mate?" James simply pointed at the floor, still sobbing. Professor Binns turned to James's loud sobbing.
As if he could read minds, he said, "Could you not have waited, Potter? In the middle of my lecture, you should not be making use of facilities."
The whole class was laughing at James except for his friends. Well, at least now Lily knew who he was. He cried all through class. This was definitely the most embarrassing moment of his short thirteen-year-old life!