James Doe

Prologue

Lily Evans leaned against the wall, wiling herself not to fall asleep but her eyelids felt droopy. She let the wall support her as her breathing slowed down.

She was startled as a warm was thrusted into her hand. Her eyes went into focus as she looked at the cup and then at the masculine hand brushing against hers. Her emerald eyes trailed up a toned, tan muscular arm, to the top of a white short sleeved t-shirt and finally to an attractive face grinning down at her,

"You looked a little tired," he explained, as her face held a look of confusion. His grin stretched further across his handsome face as she glanced at the warm cup suspiciously. "It doesn't bite, you know."

"I wouldn't be surprised if it did," said Lily truthfully. "I've seen a lot of strange things whilst working here."

He laughed and ran a hand through his messy raven black hair. It seemed like a habit. Annoying yet strangely endearing.

"Well this one doesn't bite," he chuckled. "The cute brunette nurse by the desk told me to give it to you. She said you needed a pick me up and I think she was right. You looked dead on your feet."

She was touched. A stranger – man she'd never seen in her life – actually seemed concerned about her welfare.

"Thanks, it's very sweet of you to do that," commented Lily.

"I just can't help being a knight in shining tin foil for pretty damsels in distress like you," he smirked.

She glared. He'd gone from caring to jerk like. "If you want a flirt or an easy girl then I suggest you check out the receptionist; she seems like your type."

"Oh you mean the busty talkative blonde? What a low opinion you have formed of me already," he gasped mockingly, clutching his heart dramatically. "Besides, I prefer redheads," he said, glancing at her red curls flowing over her shoulders.

"You're in the minority then," admitted Lily. "Even I don't like my hair colour."

"Why not? It's beautiful," he said smiling, twirling a strand around his fingers, and quickly letting it go as he saw the alarmed expression upon her face. "Sorry. It just goes beautifully with your green robes."

"Now I know you're lying," she laughed. She knew she was flirting back and she was [painfully aware of the fact she was enjoying it. Her jobs at St.Mungo's had always been stressful. Her social life since leaving Beauxbatons hadn't been her number one priority. After leaving school, she had attended two gruelling years at medical school and a further two years as a Trainee Healer. Those were the most hectic years of her life. She was currently starting her third year as a fully qualified Healer. Much to her disappointment, being fully qualified barely freed up any time of her busy schedule.

"You really do look pretty in those robes," he said sincerely. "It brings out the colour of your eyes. You seem familiar, have we met before?"

She blushed. "I'm sure I'd have remembered you."

"I am very unforgettable," he smirked. "But seriously, I'm sure I've seen you before."

"You've probably just seen me around the hospital," explained Lily. "I've been here practically 24/7, for the last four years."

"Sounds tiring."

"Very," she smirked, her pager in her pocket burned. She glimpsed at it and sighed. "I'm sorry but my patients need me."

"I've got to go anyways. I'm probably late by now," he grinned, starting to walk away from her.

"Nice talking to you!" called out Lily.

"It's a pleasure," he shouted, looking at her over his shoulder. He winked and blew a kiss at her. "The name's James by the way. Make sure you drink up, beautiful."

Then he was gone.

Lily stared down at the now cold cup of pick-me-up potion, smiling to herself. She took a sip before throwing it into a trash can. She set off towards her patient's room; the large angelic smile still radiating from her face. It might be hectic and tiring but the job did have the one perk of meeting truly amazing people everyday. She couldn't deny it; she loved it.