"Let GO of me Potter!" James' face turned more determined as the girl he
had slung over his back continued to squirm and yell. He didn't reply, but
kept walking resolutely.
"I am NOT a sack of potat-- OH." He had given her a smart rap on the behind with his free hand to shut her up.
"I can't BELIEVE you!" He did it again, and she fell silent. He could feel the anger radiating however and grinned. If there was one thing he had always enjoyed about Lily Evans, it was that she had the spirit to match her red hair.
He continued to walk on through the Hogwarts grounds. He could feel her cooling off now that she was silent, and he shifted her light weight on his shoulder. He continued to tread with muddy feet. He looked around, trying to see through the dark veil of night. The castle was still a ways. He groaned inwardly. The sooner he took her to the castle, the sooner he would have to relinquish his hold on the girl that to him, had been so untouchable. "In fact, if it weren't for the way I'm man-handling her, she still would be," he snorted as he thought to himself.
The fact that she was sopping wet from her tumble into the lake wasn't helping his grip on her. "Tumble? Hah! She dove in deliberately, the ninny!" Not to mention it, being November, had proved to make it so cold he thought the blood circulating beneath his skin was freezing. He felt Lily's body begin to shake softly and knew she was shivering. "Sod it," he told himself as he noticed the Gameskeeper's Cabin not far off.
"P-P-Potter, N-No," he heard Lily's voice, no less angry, but softer when cold, shiver as she spoke. "You'll g-g-get us b-b-oth in t-t-t-rouble."
"Hush up there Evans, and cover your head, your body heat is leaking out." He had reached the cabin, and with out putting her down, circled it, looking for signs of the Groundskeeper inside. It was dark, and he peeked in a none-to-tidily shut window and saw nothing. "Good enough for me," he told himself and went to the door. He didn't even bother whipping out his wand, instead he pulled out what looked to be a muggle pocketknife and inserted it in the lock. The door swung open and he stepped into the darkness.
For a minute, he could see nothing in front of him, still not wanting to put Lily Evans down, he knew she'd bolt, he slipped the lock pick back into his robe pocket and withdrew his wand. "Lumos," he said and felt Lily give a slight jump. "Just a little light, Evans."
"I know you dolt. Put me d-d-own" she said, still shivering a bit. His brow creased with worry until he heard her add, "And stop calling me Evans."
"Just thought I'd return the favor. You started it after all, calling me Potter." He said trying not to let her hear his smile.
"Quite a different m-matter," she said huffily. He slapped her on the bottom again, this time because he wanted to and knew he could.
He set her down on the floor by a huge bed, that had been hastily made. There wasn't a trace of anyone else, and James was grateful. "Probably one of his forest adventures. He'll show up sometime in the next day or two." he told himself. Looking around and noticing that a hook where a lantern would hang, was empty and knew he was right. He was fond of the rather large Hagrid, and even more grateful to him for his peculiar disappearances into the forest for days at a time.
He saw Lily make for the door and caught her around the waist, "Nice try." He picked her up and set her down by the bed again. "Strip."
He saw the look in her eyes become wild, and allowed himself a moment to enjoy it before adding, "you're sopping wet, and trust me when I say, you're not going back out into the cold until I've seen to it that you're well enough to leave."
"You must be joking. I always thought you to be rather arrogant James Potter, but never did I imagine you were THIS daft. Like I told you, I'm from a colder region of England, and I enjoy refreshing dips into cool waters."
"You must not be as intelligent as I thought if you think I'm going to budge an inch on this." He hands hung at his side, but he knew she saw how serious he was. "Here you go DARLING," he emphasized the last word so that her face colored and his grin broadened.
"I always knew you were one for torturing those smaller than you." She spat this at him and he was reminded of her seven year hatred towards him.
Now it was his face that colored as he answered her, taking care to put a lightness in his voice to hide his injury, "That's enough out of you brat. Yes, you're a brat, even if you're a damn fine one and I admire you greatly. When you're not being a brat of course. Now, strip."
The look she shot at him was pure venom and he saw her reaching quickly into her robes. "Tsk Tsk," he said. He pulled her wand handle out of his robes just enough for her to recognize it as her own. "I carried you up here, didn't I? If I can catch a snitch, I can knick a wand easy enough."
If he had thought her look before this was poison, surely this one was meant to turn him to stone. He grinned inspite of himself, yes, he did like that fire. She was the only girl he knew who'd pay to kick his teeth in, and for some reason, that intrigued him. "Strip."
"I am NOT a sack of potat-- OH." He had given her a smart rap on the behind with his free hand to shut her up.
"I can't BELIEVE you!" He did it again, and she fell silent. He could feel the anger radiating however and grinned. If there was one thing he had always enjoyed about Lily Evans, it was that she had the spirit to match her red hair.
He continued to walk on through the Hogwarts grounds. He could feel her cooling off now that she was silent, and he shifted her light weight on his shoulder. He continued to tread with muddy feet. He looked around, trying to see through the dark veil of night. The castle was still a ways. He groaned inwardly. The sooner he took her to the castle, the sooner he would have to relinquish his hold on the girl that to him, had been so untouchable. "In fact, if it weren't for the way I'm man-handling her, she still would be," he snorted as he thought to himself.
The fact that she was sopping wet from her tumble into the lake wasn't helping his grip on her. "Tumble? Hah! She dove in deliberately, the ninny!" Not to mention it, being November, had proved to make it so cold he thought the blood circulating beneath his skin was freezing. He felt Lily's body begin to shake softly and knew she was shivering. "Sod it," he told himself as he noticed the Gameskeeper's Cabin not far off.
"P-P-Potter, N-No," he heard Lily's voice, no less angry, but softer when cold, shiver as she spoke. "You'll g-g-get us b-b-oth in t-t-t-rouble."
"Hush up there Evans, and cover your head, your body heat is leaking out." He had reached the cabin, and with out putting her down, circled it, looking for signs of the Groundskeeper inside. It was dark, and he peeked in a none-to-tidily shut window and saw nothing. "Good enough for me," he told himself and went to the door. He didn't even bother whipping out his wand, instead he pulled out what looked to be a muggle pocketknife and inserted it in the lock. The door swung open and he stepped into the darkness.
For a minute, he could see nothing in front of him, still not wanting to put Lily Evans down, he knew she'd bolt, he slipped the lock pick back into his robe pocket and withdrew his wand. "Lumos," he said and felt Lily give a slight jump. "Just a little light, Evans."
"I know you dolt. Put me d-d-own" she said, still shivering a bit. His brow creased with worry until he heard her add, "And stop calling me Evans."
"Just thought I'd return the favor. You started it after all, calling me Potter." He said trying not to let her hear his smile.
"Quite a different m-matter," she said huffily. He slapped her on the bottom again, this time because he wanted to and knew he could.
He set her down on the floor by a huge bed, that had been hastily made. There wasn't a trace of anyone else, and James was grateful. "Probably one of his forest adventures. He'll show up sometime in the next day or two." he told himself. Looking around and noticing that a hook where a lantern would hang, was empty and knew he was right. He was fond of the rather large Hagrid, and even more grateful to him for his peculiar disappearances into the forest for days at a time.
He saw Lily make for the door and caught her around the waist, "Nice try." He picked her up and set her down by the bed again. "Strip."
He saw the look in her eyes become wild, and allowed himself a moment to enjoy it before adding, "you're sopping wet, and trust me when I say, you're not going back out into the cold until I've seen to it that you're well enough to leave."
"You must be joking. I always thought you to be rather arrogant James Potter, but never did I imagine you were THIS daft. Like I told you, I'm from a colder region of England, and I enjoy refreshing dips into cool waters."
"You must not be as intelligent as I thought if you think I'm going to budge an inch on this." He hands hung at his side, but he knew she saw how serious he was. "Here you go DARLING," he emphasized the last word so that her face colored and his grin broadened.
"I always knew you were one for torturing those smaller than you." She spat this at him and he was reminded of her seven year hatred towards him.
Now it was his face that colored as he answered her, taking care to put a lightness in his voice to hide his injury, "That's enough out of you brat. Yes, you're a brat, even if you're a damn fine one and I admire you greatly. When you're not being a brat of course. Now, strip."
The look she shot at him was pure venom and he saw her reaching quickly into her robes. "Tsk Tsk," he said. He pulled her wand handle out of his robes just enough for her to recognize it as her own. "I carried you up here, didn't I? If I can catch a snitch, I can knick a wand easy enough."
If he had thought her look before this was poison, surely this one was meant to turn him to stone. He grinned inspite of himself, yes, he did like that fire. She was the only girl he knew who'd pay to kick his teeth in, and for some reason, that intrigued him. "Strip."