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I wasn't a goofy person. I never got showed up and even when I did I always made smooth recoveries, saving myself from social embarrassment. So when I was put on the spot like that, and those dark green eyes stared into my brown ones willing me to mess up, I said I could think of. Why did she do this to me?
As everyone settled down into their seats again after our speeches, I willed myself to move from where I was rooted to the spot. Lily had stalked back to her seat only to be surrounded a group of excited fifth years, eagerly asking her further questions about their new occupations as prefects. As I made my way back to Remus, I felt a skinny, bejewelled hand rest on my shoulder. I turned around. I didn't need to guess who it was
'May I have a word please James?' asked Professor Dumbledore, ushering me into the teachers' compartment.
'Err…of course professor'. I felt a thousand eyes on the back of my head. I was going to get ripped to shit! It had only been a couple of hours and I was already messing up as head boy. Disappointed, I walked through the door into a compartment far smaller than mine yet far more luxuries with satin and silk on the seats and a small silver table topped with cakes and pies and sandwiches and firewisky.
'Sit down James'. I sat, self-consciously realizing that I felt like I was an eleven year old again. 'Please, do get comfortable I do not wish to tell you off… yet' he winked, his blue eyes twinkling under his half-moon spectacles. I relaxed a little, settling back into my familiar confidence. I knew I could be charming. I just had to play my cards right.
'Then do what do I owe the pleasure headmaster', I laughed as he too sat down in the seat opposite me. We weren't alone in the compartment. Other teacher and staff were holding their own conversations, more interested in the camaraderie than the appearance of a student in their compartment.
'Chocolate frog?' he suggested, holding out a pentagonal purple box known to hold an animate chocolate frog with a much desired famous wizard card underneath. It took all my will power to reject
'James', he began, 'you are a very talented and clever young man- very capable of taking on the role of head boy.' I did not respond. What did he want? He surely didn't invite me in for a private conversation just to inform me of the fact that I would make a suitable head boy for this year. I waited for him to expand. 'Much like a significant amount of other boys in your year group, I believe you also have the capability to overlook certain… differences that you may have with your peers'. Surely he wasn't talking about Snape? No offence to him, but that wasn't really much of his business. 'Honestly, you haven't shown a great deal of responsibility in your time at Hogwarts, much exemplified by the "speech" you made just a moment ago'. I grew red in the face. Admittedly this wasn't the greatest train ride I have made to Hogwarts. 'But I am not here to criticize you for neglecting from reading the entire you received in the summer, a man must learn from his own mistakes. I mush implore you to make an effort this year with Lily Evans. To cooperate as head boy and girl'. Is this what this was about? Lily? Did he believe that I would be the one who would mess this up? 'Do not feel that I have lost faith in you James' he stated as if reading my mind, 'I only wish to remind you that people change. A resentment one feels towards someone when they are eleven doesn't necessarily endure until they are seventeen'
A more than anything, I wished that he was right.