Lily's Morning - IV
My thoughts are all in a jumble right now.
"Hey...James," I begin but stop myself. How can I speak when I can't even think of how to say what I want to correctly. James's expression changes slightly, his eyes widen a little and his lips fade down into a flat line. Maybe he can't read my mind after all. The thought makes me smirk. Oh Godric, please, don't let him take it in some misunderstood romantic way. Please. I don't need that confusion on top of everything else I'm dealing with right now. Truly, just how much more of a fool can I make of myself today? When I woke up this morning, this is not how I envisioned it going. What he must be thinking of me.
"Hey Lily, want to have another go?" He asked walking back and picking up the broom. He turned his attentions back at me, watching me with those sparkling eyes. Is he serious? But, how did he know what I wanted to ask? Seems he can only read my mind when I'm not upset, just nervous. Lucky me.
"I-" Come on Lily, just say you would like that, it isn't that hard. James speaks up again, running his hand through his hair again. Why does he always do that anyways?
"Not for too long, just up and through one of the goals maybe. Just so you have a more gentle, happier memory when it comes to flying."
Wow, I hadn't really thought of that. It's kinda sweet that he wouldn't want me to have a bad memory associated with flying. Though I think it has more to do with his obsession with all things surrounding Quidditch than anything else. You know, not wanting me to have any negative associations with flying or that game. Be just like him to think that. Not that I'm an expert on how James thinks, mind, thank Godric for that.
"Come on Lily, or is it that scary for you?" James asked with a slight smirk. I don't believe him, he's trying to entice me to ride with him again by calling me a chicken! Teasing that I'm scared of flying. He has some nerve.
I give him a slight glare, and stare at him. He doesn't change his expression. Apparently I should have glared harder.
"Fine." I sigh after a moment. The wind blows again and whips my hair around my face. I reach up and grab hold of most of it and hold it and wait till the wind dies down again.
The sound of James's warm chuckle reaches my ears. Don't laugh at me! I swear James Potter is the most insensitive man in this whole school. James Potter also has the most annoying laugh, I swear he does.
I can't help but roll my eyes as I walk towards him again. I must be going mental, I was walking back towards the castle only moments ago, and now I'm actually going to get back onto a broom with James Potter. Honestly, I don't know what is happening to me lately.
So here we are, again. The kick up isn't as awkward as before, but there's still that pit of weightlessness inside me, kind of like I'm being tickled from the inside. I wonder if it's this feeling that makes people enjoy flying so much. The ascent is slower than the first time, James has us going up in a spiral, circling around the quidditch poles as we head up to the top. I think he's purposefully being gentler this time, though, I'm not certain exactly why that is, but I do appreciate it.
Of course he'd take us up to the tallest goal. Why am I not surprised. He pulls us midway through and stops us. I still can't believe how steady he is with a broom. He really is a talented flyer. And I'm thankful he can't hear my thoughts.
There is nothing but the sound of the wind between us. I slowly reach out and touch the golden pole. It's cold, just like I thought, but I can't help this sudden warm rush I feel racing through my fingers and up my arm. I can't explain it, but I just feel.. happy and... relieved. I let out a soft giggle then return my arms safely around James.
He waits a moment longer and then brings us slowly down. I'm really glad I let him take me up again. It's hard to explain, but I needed to do something like that, something simple, and exciting, and, well, new. Yes, a new experience I've never had before, it really has helped me feel better. And it only took a few moments.
Moments I'd never have gotten if it hadn't been for James distracting me that time from what was truly bothering me. Not that he knew he was doing that for me, mind, but he completely wiped my depressing thoughts from me.
My feet touch the ground and my thoughts are broken.
"We should head back to the castle, I'm sure it's almost time for breakfast." I say after we dismount the broom. I begin to walk back without waiting for him. I can hear him following just behind me, which is fine by me. I can keep smiling like this for a while longer. I'd hate for him to cheapen the memory of this morning too. I should thank him for all of this I guess, but I find it much more exciting to just keep this fact to myself.
Okay, well I hope you are enjoying the story so far, I've got a chapter for Sev, Remus, James, Sirius, and finally the last one back with Lily left to this story - whose chapter are you looking forward to more?