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Potions was a horrible class. Nevermind the fact that Slughorn was a blinded buffoon. As a proud non-member of the Slug Club, I couldn't go to him for help. He had assigned an essay on the properties of a bezoar and its uses in potion-making. I was already stuck, and I hadn't written more than a paragraph. I looked over at Remus. He was already half-way done, his quill scratching against the parchment at a steady rate. There was one other person who could help me, but she had stopped talking to me a long time ago.
Evans was sitting in the corner of the common room. I started to gather my stuff, getting up the courage to ask her for help. She was practicing a spell, I couldn't hear it. She was mumbling it under her breath. Looking at her, I suddenly realized how much I missed her. Since fifth year, our relationship hadn't been the same, and our relationship had never been good before then.
The tip of her want began glowing. She was practicing a patronus charm, advanced magic. Sirius and I had only mastered it that summer, after my father told us about the Order; although, we couldn't figure out how to make them talk. After graduation, I fully intended to devote my life to fighting against the dark lord with the rest of Dumbledore's little army. I hope Lily didn't intend to do the same.
Remus stopped writing, and looked at me. He followed my gaze, and rolled his eyes. "Give up, mate."
I glared at him. Now, I could hear Lily quietly chanting the spell, Expecto Patronum.
The room suddenly glowed, Lily had managed to make a patronus, and it was leaping across the room. It almost looked like a –. It couldn't be.
Remus tapped my arm. Quickly, I looked back at him. "Is that a doe?" He asked. I looked back at the patronus. It sure looked like a doe. I'm sure it doesn't mean anything. I voiced my thoughts. "I'm sure it doesn't mean anything." Lupin leaned back in his chair. "I don't know. Maybe you should give her another chance."
I shook my head. "I am not asking Lily out again." I couldn't. Hadn't I made enough of a fool of myself already?