James is going to kill me.
Of course he's physically and emotionally unable to lay a finger on me but that doesn't change the fact that I'm in deep deep trouble.
"Why can't I come with you? And why does it have to take so bloody long?" James whines. We're in the Heads' Common Room and he'd just come back from Quidditch practice. Looking all rugged and handsome…
I shook my head. Not this time, Lily. "James, you have an upcoming match against Slytherin, remember? You need to practice. And besides, three days are hardly classified as long. I'll be back before you know it." I tell him.
"What do you mean three days are hardly classified as long? That's three, THREE, whole days! As in 72 hours!"
"I'm aware of how long three days is, James." I snapped.
"That's beside the point, Lily! I have to put up with life without you for three days! I can't bloody well do that! " He pouts.
"James, you're overreacting. It's not like I'm going for a vacation. I'm accompanying the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall to promote unity among the other Wizarding Schools. We're in a war, James. We need as much help as we can get." I remind him softly, walking over to him and giving him a hug.
He hugs me back. "Three days?" he sighs.
"Three days, I promise."
Merlin, help me.