James and Lily, anyone? Anyone at all? I was never a huge James and Lilly fan, and I think the most that I can muster for them are drabbles and one-shots. I wish I could tolerate them more!
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Lily Evans stood stony faced and rigid in the Headmasters office. One hand brushed a silent tear from her cheek, before she flicked her head away from the boy next to her.
"You look like you've been petrified, Evans," James Potter grinned, twirling a liquorice wand between forefinger and thumb.
Lily shot him a poisonous look from behind her flaming hair. She could not believe she was standing in Professor Dumbledore's office waiting to be punished and it was all James Potter's fault! Him and the bullying toe rag that he was, thinking that he could prance around the school, picking on people who weren't up to his standards, even if said people were no longer her friends.
"I thought that you weren't old Snivells friend anymore," James continued, taking a chunk from the piece of liquorice and offering her some too.
She scoffed and looked away, shaking her head in disgust. "You really are a rotten cauldron aren't you! Whether or not I'm Severus' friend has nothing to do with this. Sometimes I think that you and your cronies are just as bad as he is - just as Slytherin!"
James whistled beneath his breath, tutting as he did so. "Sirius wouldn't fancy hearing you say that," he clucked.
"Like I care what Black thinks," she snapped, folding her arms even tighter across her chest. "Your an embarrassment to the house of Gryffindor – both of you!" She reaslied how like Professor McGonagall she sounded and a faint flush crossed her cheeks.
"Save me the speech, Evans," James groaned, rolling his eyes and suddenly pausing when they landed on the sorting hat, which nestled comfortably on a top shelf. "Pass me the hat."
"What?"
"The hat," he enunciated, pointing behind her head.
Lily stiffened in distaste. "Absolutely not!" she declared, stepping even further away from him if that was possible.
"You think I'm unworthy of being in Gryffindor, Evans? Let's see if I'm as Gryffindor as you. Let me prove you wrong. Give me the hat." With that he reached across her and clutched the hat, pulling it roughly from its spot on the shelf.
"James, please," she hissed, grappling through his defensive arms to try to grab it back. "If Professor Dumbledore comes in and sees you... if Professor McGonagall sees you. Give it here!"
"You care about my future then, Evans? Does it hurt you to imagine me being punished by them both?" James smirked, placing the hat over his mound of hair and beaming down at her. She rolled her eyes, scoffing but obviously at a loss for words.
"Ahhh, you again," the Hat chimed, twisting its tip as if trying to peer over the brim at James' face. "My, my - your mind has truly expanded over the years. Still as egotistical as ever, I see." Lily smirked while James tried to recover from a blush. "I stand by what I said – Gryffindor."
James removed the hat with a smug look, placing it carelessly back on the shelf. Meanwhile, Lily had retained her look of disgust and edged away again. "That wasn't funny, Potter! We could have gotten into serious trouble if anyone had seen you."
"The Hat has spoken, Evans," he smiled, raising an eyebrow and chewing the liquorice again. "It said I belong with you."