Beyond Quill and Ink
Author's Note: I'm going to just start off small, lol, since I'm new to putting these things online!
His swaggering annoyed me. It always did. Every time he came up near where I was, I felt like I was standing on an edge, about to throw up over it. He made me angry just by being there.
Until now.
The familiar gag reflex was replaced when I saw him coming towards me on the train platform at the beginning of the year. Don't get me wrong, there was still something happening in my stomach, but it just wasn't the same. It felt ... swoopy. Like I'd gone up really high on my broom, and dove for the ground after the Quaffle.
I blame him entirely for this. It all started this summer. After completely pissing me off at the end of sixth year, James Potter, annoying git, decided to completely throw me off-course and sent me an owl with a strangely sincere thank you letter. I thought it would be only polite to send a reply and ask about his summer. It all kind of got away from me after that. He was so ... different ... on paper. It was like all of his git-ness melted away when he put quill to paper, and what was left was a completely sincere, funny, nice guy.
I suddenly realized that, maybe, he was more than I thought he was.
That, maybe, I could be friends with him.
And that this, my seventh year, was going to be fantastic.
Author's Note: Hope you liked it! This is just the beginning, after all.