My name is James Sirius Potter and I have a problem.
And it's not entirely my fault I have this problem. I can blame Al. In fact, I most certainly will blame Al. He's the one that brought the problem into my life. But of course, it is my fault that I entered into conversation and… other things with the problem. So I guess, in a way, this is my fault. Although I think that the problem has its share of blame in this predicament.
But the problem is only part of the problem. The other part of the problem is that I don't really mind having the problem. And this is really, really, really bad. Because I shouldn't like something that causes as much trouble as my problem does. It's rather stupid of me.
What's also rather stupid of me is continuing this problem. I mean, I know that I don't mind it, but really, that shouldn't be that big of a hindrance in stopping having the problem. There's no possible way anything good can come from this problem. Nothing. Every scenario I play through my head just ends in disaster. But I don't care. That's part of the problem.
So I'm sure you're wondering what exactly this monumental problem is. You're thinking; it can't possibly be as bad as you're making it out to be.
Well, you're wrong, because it is and it's worse.
Here's my problem. Let's say, oh I don't know, you had a younger brother named Albus Severus Potter and this brother delighted in making friends that were outside of his own beloved Gryffindor house. And this brother had several close friends in all four houses. And he just loved inviting these friends over on holidays and living at their houses for weeks on end. And of course, a few of these very close friends happened to be female. Now, let's pretend these friends of this brother were mostly nice people and you felt nothing towards them other than brotherly love. But, and we're still pretending here, let's say that there was one of your brother's friends who was female who was not particularly nice. In fact, this girl is downright rude sometimes. She's determined and condescending and to make it all worse, she's a Slytherin.
This certain friend, whom we will call Vera Elliot, because that's her name, is my problem. She drives me absolutely insane. She always has to be right and what's worse, she usually is. She's supercilious and… yeah, you get the point.
Now, I'm sure you're thinking I could manage to deal with one friend of my brother's who drives me insane. But you see I can't. Because I kind of, sort of, like her.
No, that's a lie. I love Vera. She's just so… Her.
Now, here's where she becomes a problem. She's engaged and not to me. Which is really, really annoying, because she happened to let it slip that she loves me too. And there's not much either of us can do about the situation because… well you'll see why later.
And my problem only gets worse from here. My problem is currently curled up beside me, in my bed, on the eve of her wedding. She shouldn't be here. It's actually not good at all that's she here. But I don't care.
I want her for this last night. I want her before she's stolen from me and I can never be with her again. Because I love her, and she loves me.