Okay. Either I am hallucinating or I just entered parallel universe. Because, there is no way, I mean no way that I'm going to be a lawyer for such an...egoistical and irrevocably self-obsessed Quidditch player. I mean weren't seven years of Hogwarts enough to torture me and my poor sanity that the arrogant idiot with a head bigger than his palacial mansion ended up in my city, in my firm, in my freaking office, drinking coffee from my cup and smirking that god-awful smirk of his and his bespectacled eyes gathering mirth seeing steam blowing from my ears and my skin glowing deep red, deeper than my flaming red hair.
"Four years and I see that you are still as vivacious and beautiful as I remember,"James said.
"Four years and I see that you are still a stupid prick with an inflated head and no brain to go inside it" I replied in a saccharine tone, gritting my teeth. I was planning on throwing the vase sitting in front of me straight into his smirking face and even contemplated moving to do so, but then resigned muttering profanities under my breath. I couldn't do that. At least not in front of my untolerable boss.
"Ah! The anger too," the git said in a made-up voice, acting all high and mighty.
How I wanted to shove my pen into his you-know-where and then see that arrogant look on his face.
My boss, stupid as he was - God only knows how he became my boss- remained ignorant to the silent tug of war between us, and smiled. Standing up and straightening his suit, he appeared unconcerned to the tension in the air and uttered, "Oh, good you two are aquainted. So Lily, I'll leave it to you to look into James' appeal and James," he said turning towards him, ignoring the look of serious disgust and disbelief on my face, "I'll catch up with you at the ball later tonight. I've to get Diana some flowers before it. Your case will be looked after for sure." I think Diana, his wife, is even more nosy and awful than Petunia, and between me and you, it is saying something.
James nodded all too politely while I opened my stuck mouth after all. "But Mr. Croft.."
My plea went to deaf ears as turned with a forced smile towards me, "Now now . I told you that you seldom had choices after letting the biggest case of the firm for about six months, out of your hands in the court room and admitting to the world that our clients were frauds."
I swallowed the words coming out of my mouth in response and nodded, not even bothering to look at James' face to know that he was enjoying the show. I could almost hear his devil-like voice muttering in my head "It's not everyday is scolded, is it?" After all, I was Lily Evans - the Miss Goody-Two-Perfectly-Polished-Shoes.
"And we should be thankful that even considered our firm as an option. And work on this well Ms. Evans. It's not everyday that England finds a Chaser as good as James Potter, isn't it James?"
James smirked like the arrogant prick we all know he is and said his goodbyes as Mr. Croft left the room only to turn back towards me.
Ducking just in time to miss the flying vase I had sent in his direction - damn his Quidditch reflexes - he smiled ruefully at me.
"So how...about...we start with...that case,...Ms. Evans?"he asked calmly, catching all the vases and papers and paper-weights and photo frames and almost everything in my room, ducking whenever objects like my couch and table reached to destroy his popular face, as James Potter once again became the object of my anger.