January 6 – Lily
Write about bathing.
I shouldn't be pissed. I thought to myself, as I floated (or at least attempted to float) across the top of the bath. The bubbles supported me, mostly, which was good, because every few moments I would remember just how pissed I was at James Potter and flail a bit, which completely ruined any hope I might have of buoyancy.
I wasn't sure why I was pissed, really. He hadn't really done anything (Besides be a royal pain in the arse. Nothing new there.). But Merlin! In the past few days just the sight of him made me furious. I didn't want to think that it had anything to do with the fact that on New Year's Eve, he left me alone in the Common Room. Well, not alone, alone. I was with May, Alice, our other room-mates Marlene and Susan, Frank, the fifth year Prewett brothers, who were always good for a laugh, Dorcas Meadowes, also a fifth year, who was Prefect with Gideon Prewett, and Benjy Fenwick, the 6th year Chaser for the Gryffindor team. And we all had fun. We were a odd club though, to be sure. Each and every person was strangely dynamic, and we all shared a inexplicable understanding of each other, even though we didn't know one another very well. But the final four of our makeshift circle, the Marauders, were missing, including Potter. And little as I wanted to admit it, I was missing James.
I don't want to be just a game to him, I thought as I floated. I don't want to miss him either. The mermaid in the picture flipped her hair again and giggled a little bit at me as I flailed once more, panicked at the thought that I might be getting attached. I stopped, standing up (the water came up to my collarbone still, deep as the bath was.) and glared at her.
"Oh shut up."