Lily in Love
Seventh year is my year. I am sure of it. I am sure of it, as I walk into the great hall
for breakfast the first day of the first term. That's until I turn around to see Miles Newman, colliding straight into me. My books and quills go everywhere. One of my inkwells smash. Miles keeps running calling over his shoulder, "Sorry!" I give a huff then squat to pick my things up. Within seconds there is a messy mop of hair next to me. The mop is sitting onto of Mr. James H. Potter. I wait for a snarly comment, but James just is just picking up my books and things.
"What no obnoxious comment, Potter?" I ask, coldly. He looks up, and seems very surprised to see me. "Oh, Hi, Lily," He says, and he blushes a little. James Potter blushed! That doesn't happens. I stare at his. Just gawk at his cheek as he continues to pick up books. "Reparo," he fixes my inkwell. He blinks at me as he hands it to me. I snap out of my gaze, turn back to the floor, but James has already picked everything up. He hands them to me. He swallow hard, and says softly, "Sorry," and walks back over to Remus.
He had nothing to be sorry about. He didn't push me. But secretly, we both knew what that sorry was for. He was apologizing for being a ass for the last six years. This made me want to throw up. Because this meant that he's growing up. Acting like an adult. I have wanted this since I met him on September 1st of first year, but this gave me feeling that makes me wanna throw up. Because if James grows up, I wouldn't have a reason to hate him, and if I didn't have a reason to hate him I might like him. Which scared me. A little. I ignore the throw up feeling, but all through the day I watch his mop of hair for the rest of the day.