A/N:My usual nonsense, hope you enjoy. Lily's POV
James held the object gingerly in his hands, turning the object around to see it from all angles, an awestruck look on his face. I had to bid down a laugh. He's looking at a simple ink pen as if it can write his essays for him, cook dinner and wash clothes for him at the same time. Which it can't.
Ever since he discovered me writing to my parents In A Pen, he developed a special interest for it, asking to borrow it whenever he got the chance.
"So you just click it and the tip bounces out?"
"Uh-Huh"
"And it doesn't need ink?"
"It's right inside there."
"Wow."
I swear he thinks a pen is the greatest thing made after the snitch. He's even gotten to the point of stuffing his nose on the plastic and inhaling deeply, as he is doing now.
"What are you doing?"
"Examining this fabulous object."
"No I mean why are smelling it?"
"It smells fantastic."
"Sure"
I go back to doing my charms homework, finding it hard to concentrate as he bites on the end hard, then massaging his teeth after. Trying my hardest to stiffen a snort, when he scowls at the pen, then continue to gaze at it as if it was a goddess.
"What if the ink runs out?" he asked
Just for the fun of it, I answered "It doesn't'"
"Really?" He gazed at me with intensity
"I shivered slightly under his gaze, "Yeah."
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"What does the letterings on the sides mean?"
"Just the label, buttercup."
"Well? What does it mean?"
"Read it!"
"I did!"
"it's just the company's name and its design, you idiot."
"Oh. Well you could've said that in the first place."
"I did."
"I knew that."
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"Lily?"
"What?!"
I look up and his face is right above mine with a devilish smile on his face. He leaned in close. I instinctively close my eyes.
"Can I keep this?"