"Come on Evans, you know you wanna!" James attempted to smooth talk his way into coercing the redhead girl into accepting his date – alas it was fruitless. The said girl's emerald green eyes were narrowing, as they usually did when their owner was about to throw a fit of anger. She'd really enjoyed two solid months of no James Potter, and had even managed to skirt around him in Diagon Alley where both he and Peter Pettigrew had been drooling over the new Comet model.
"For the nine hundred and ninety seventh time Potter I will never, under any circumstances go out with you! If the choice were between you and Lucius Malfoy, I'd pick the latter!" She snarled, her lip curling the tiniest bit. Lily sometimes resembled a Doberman when angry, small annoyed eyes, curled lip and practically frothing from the mouth with anger.
The resemblance was definitely there.
The said boy – One 'James Potter'- couldn't hide a flinch as the object of his affection pushed such cruel words his way. She'd pick Lucius Malfoy over him? That had stung a little, actually more than a little; it was like she had thrown the chair Remus Lupin was residing in at him – with Remus still sitting on it. Sirius Black's grey eyes were suddenly on him, registering the distress signs he jumped to his best friends defence.
He stepped between Lily and James, casting a shadow over Lily's frame. She huffed, her cheeks full and looked up. "Why don't you tell him? It'd warm the cockles of his scaly little heart."
Her cheeks grew warm, "You're going to forget I ever said that."
With that, they lapsed into silence, Sirius watched James, James watching Remus, Remus watching Lily, and Lily attempting to avoid looking at anyone's eyes. Rather they were amber, hazel or grey ... she'd prefer looking into the slimy blonde's eyes at that moment. James tried to catch her eye, tried to hold the piercing gaze he was so enamoured with.
But it was no use.