AN: JAMES AND LILY ARE MINE, MINE! ALL MINE. MUHAHAHA!
Guy in white coat: Ooookay then, just put on this nice little white dress and we'll take you to see those nice doctor friends of yours, before JK Rowling sues you for taking credit for her creations.
I glanced
at him out of the corner of my eye.
His glasses were almost
falling off of his face, His beautiful Hazel eyes were focused
intently ahead on the professor, Strands of his messy jet black hair
were hanging loosely on his face, and his head was resting slightly
on his palm.
Lately there's been a change in my views.
I've caught myself dreaming and hoping for things that I have never lusted after before. Things that would have, and still should be completely unnerving. And the more I think about it, the more these feelings grow. But love is a funny emotion; it makes you feel things, things that are completely unthinkable.
He shifted his position so his eyes met mine. My heart thumped faster in my chest. His gaze was curious, almost, like he was trying to figure out was I was thinking—and yet, it still held meaning. As I was pondering this, he gave me a warm smile. My heart gave a little flutter and I couldn't help but smile back.
The bell suddenly rang, quickly pulling me out of my thoughts. I rushed out of the classroom, blushing.
I guess I'm just wishing my life away with these things I'll never say.