A/N: The first drabble of many in my new drabble series "Times of Our Lives". Enjoy! (:
Disclaimer: Psh, I wish I was JKR. Wouldn't have to worry about college if I had her money, would I?
Language of Love
Sirius Black waved his hand in front of his new friend James's face. His attention snapped into focus, and he grinned sheepishly.
"Why don't you go talk to her?" Sirius suggested, stuffing his hands in his pockets, his eyes twinkling.
James turned bright red, and shook his head bashfully. "No, I couldn't do that. I wouldn't know what to say."
He hadn't known him long, but Sirius got the feeling that this didn't happen very often. James Potter didn't often get embarrassed or lose his ability to speak. He just wasn't the type to get flustered like that. Sirius placed his hands on James's shoulders and began steering him through the crowd of first years towards the girl he'd been staring at just moments ago.
"Just talk to her in French. It's the language of love, right?" He shoved James toward the redhead.
Lily Evans felt a light tap on her shoulder. She spun around to find a red-faced, black-haired, bespectacled boy standing in front of her. It was the same boy who had ran her and Severus out of their compartment earlier.
"What do you want?" she demanded, flipping her brilliant red hair over her shoulder.
"J'apprécie votre poitrine!" James said, staring down at his feet and twisting his fingers together.
Looking enraged, Lily stamped furiously on James's foot and marched away. "Prat."
"Did I say something wrong? I just meant to say 'I like your hair'…"
A/N: I'm not fluent in French; I'm not even familiar with French. In Spanish, however, I'm working towards fluency. So I have no clue if that French translation is even close to being correct. I believe it means "I enjoy your chest". Ha! Oh James… Anyway, I'll be updating this particular "story" pretty often. Definitely at least once per week. Hope everyone enjoyed their holidays!
Much Love,
Jessie