"Idiot," James muttered to himself, running up to the girl's dorms in Gryffindor tower. He'd lent Alice, Lily's friend, a quidditch magazine describing a play he wanted to try in practice today, and forgotten to give it back. When he made it there, he sighed in relief that no one was there. However, it might have been nice for a girl to be there to tell him where Alice's stuff was…
With a sigh he opened the draw closest to him, seeing a magazine's flashy cover. He pulled it out and opened it up, realizing quickly that it wasn't a magazine at all, but a clever disguise for a diary. Now, normally, he would've put it down, thinking it wasn't his business, but not after he saw the name in the front, written in elegant script: Lily Evans. James drew in a sharp breath, checked behind him, and began to read.
And I was so happy for Alice, of course, because who wouldn't be? Frank is a great guy and I've known they would be perfect for each other since the day they met. But with Alice and Petunia engaged, it's so odd to think of how much everyone's growing up. Even though I'm happy for them, it kind of annoys me because I don't think I'll ever find someone as perfect for me as they have. I'm just not the right kind of person, you know? Well, you don't seeing as you're a diary. Well, you know what I mean. Or not. But still, I just can't imagine myself married. There's such a big commitment involved—how do you know if you're with the right person? They say you just know. But what if I just don't? What if I end up an old maid, a crazy cat lady? Petunia will think I'm even more of a freak. "Couldn't settle down with another one of those psycho-paths, huh?" she'd say. "Good for them, that's more sense than I imagined. But don't be looking at the normal men now. You need to be separated. It's for our safety."
I don't know, though. There are people who would marry me, I suppose. Well, Amos Diggory would at least marry my backside. And someone else, who I do not feel the need to mention right now. At least, I think he would. Hasn't he said so multiple times?
Do I care? I mean, how is it good that someone I completely despise would marry me? Is that even a comfort?
In a way, I almost feel bad for him. He hasn't gone with another girl in almost two years (not that I was closely watching, but he's usually pretty flamboyant about these things.) I don't want another person's life ruined because of my failure to commit?
It's not really a failure to commit, though, it's a failure to like him.
But I'm being unfair. He really hasn't been all that bad lately, you know, not as many pranks as usual. Alice says they must be up to something and normally I would agree, but Marlene thinks (and I think she may be right) that maybe he's just changed. In fact, I wonder if he asked me out—he hasn't since before Christmas---if I would even say no. I guess I'll find out when the opportunity presents itself, if it ever does. Overhearing girls gossiping about him in the hallways and bathroom must have rubbed off on me, but I have to admit he's not as hideous as I always tell him. Maybe the arrogant smirk merely misled me—now it's gone, I almost have the slight incantation to smile at him every once in a while.
Oh well. Ironic though—he seems to have gotten over me, exactly the same time I realize that he's not so bad.
On a simpler note…
When he walked out, he had forgotten all about the quidditch magazine. Marlene, hiding in the bathroom and glancing through the peephole, smiled.
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