I stood to the one of the sides in the Great Hall conjuring some colorful glass jars that would be used to hold the fairies during Christmas time. This is the best time of the year. I don't know why, but even the worst Slytherins can't help but grin when they see the decorations or the presents at the feet of their beds. It just makes everyone happy, and I'm glad to be a part of it (since I am a prefect, it is my duty to help decorate the Great Hall). I start to feel bad for Natalie, hoping she's okay. I haven't seen her since yesterday, and honestly, she wasn't at her best. I just hope it worked out for her...Now that I come to think of it, I haven't seen Sirius either.
Suddenly, though, my thoughts are obstructed by a large shattering crash. I turn briskly around, causing one of my own class jars to fall from the air and splinter; I wince. I hear loud laughing and see that the cause of the first large booming explosion was Potter, of course- unfortunately, he is a prefect himself (this has led me to finally accept that Dumbledore is out of his mind).
James, who was working on hanging the large glass star, had started performing tricks with it, making it turn around, spin, and sing. Obviously since he has no control, the star went haywire and exploded. Consequently, he began to laugh, along with some Hufflepuff prefect I haven't met yet, thinking it's quite amusing.
"Did you see the tricks, Lily?" he calls out to me, grinning.
"Yes I saw the bloody tricks, Potter! Now how do you expect to put it all back together?" I ask, crossing my arms in front of me.
He winks, "That won't be any trouble."
And it isn't; with a flick of his wand, all the tiny pieces of shattered glass fly up into the air and form the star- which this second time seems to shine and glitter even more than before. I stand there, stunned, completely unaware of the advanced magic he was capable of.
"Well, you should still be punished," I huff, turning around.
He laughs, "Oh, Lily loosen up- it's Christmas. I just gave you a wonderful show, and I even cleaned up after it, too. I think you should be pleased."
I turn my head around, "It wasn't a very good show!" and then turn back, continuing with my glass jars.
He smiles a crooked smile. "I love you, Lily!" he yells back.
And I can't help but smile, too.