Author's note: Whew! I was soooo not expecting that to happed in the last chapter. It just came out of nowhere! I think my fingers have little brains of their own and their doing all the work while I'm just sitting here happy out and then being mondo surprised at how my chapters end up. Well I'm on a roll here so I guess I'll keep going. Enjoy! And review. : )
Disclaimer: Seeing as you guys know how much I hate these things would you mind terribly if I left it out this time?……………………………………... I'd better do one just to be safe. Anything you recognize is J.K. Rowling's an everything else is mine.
"Jamsie, what's wrong?" Shannon asked, smoothing down his coal black hair, which seemed to be messier than ever, if that was even possible. James had been in a minor state of depression and distress for the past week. It was obvious to everyone but no one knew why, not even Sirius, who was told everything.
"Nothing," James said, using his standard reply to that question which dozens of people had asked him over and over that past week. He tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace.
"James," Shannon said, seriously. "We all know there's something wrong with you and you know if you feel like talking you can always talk to me." James smiled, sincerely this time. See? That was one of the reasons he was with Shannon in the first place. Her caring nature. He nodded.
"I'm fine," he choked out.
"I have to go to Divination," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "I'll see you later." He nodded as she jumped up and hurried down the hall to catch up with Mena and Kaye. In the end it wasn't her he seeked solace from. It wasn't even Sirius or Remus. It was Tara. Or maybe I should say she caught on.
"James?" The tall brunette hurried down the hall after him, waving a quick goodbye to Remus. "I want to talk to you." He nodded. She grabbed his arm and led him into a circular room behind a painting of some sort of dinner, something along the lines of the last supper, just not involving Jesus, the twelve apostles or anyone like that. She sat him down on the couch and sat down next to him. "Now," she began. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," he said.
"Well is there a reason you and Lily have been avoiding each other like the plague and are both in a state of insignificant state of distress? Is there something going on between you two?" she asked, warily.
"That obvious?" James asked.
"To me, yes," Tara responded. "So what happened?"
"Well I was helping her with Transfiguration (He smiled at the thought) and we just sort of kissed. I didn't mean for it to happen, because I wouldn't hurt Shannon for the world, but it did. I couldn't help it. Tars, it felt so right!" There was a pause in the conversation. "I suppose you're gonna tell me to be a good little boy and go back to Shannon instead of ruining our relationship over a girl who I've known for less than a year, a girl who could tear up Shannon if she went out with me?" he said, bitterly.
"I'm not going to tell you anything of the sort, James," Tara said, taking his hand in hers. "I'm just going to tell you to follow you're heart. I can see how you're face lights up when you talk about Lily. And I know just as well that she's mad about you. You're both great people, James, and I'd love to see you together but think it through. You don't want to lose Shannon over a little flirtation do you? Just think about it carefully, James. We'll always be here for you, no matter what you decide." And with that she stood up and walked out, leaving James on his own to ponder over what she had just said.
Disclaimer: Seeing as you guys know how much I hate these things would you mind terribly if I left it out this time?……………………………………... I'd better do one just to be safe. Anything you recognize is J.K. Rowling's an everything else is mine.
"Jamsie, what's wrong?" Shannon asked, smoothing down his coal black hair, which seemed to be messier than ever, if that was even possible. James had been in a minor state of depression and distress for the past week. It was obvious to everyone but no one knew why, not even Sirius, who was told everything.
"Nothing," James said, using his standard reply to that question which dozens of people had asked him over and over that past week. He tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace.
"James," Shannon said, seriously. "We all know there's something wrong with you and you know if you feel like talking you can always talk to me." James smiled, sincerely this time. See? That was one of the reasons he was with Shannon in the first place. Her caring nature. He nodded.
"I'm fine," he choked out.
"I have to go to Divination," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "I'll see you later." He nodded as she jumped up and hurried down the hall to catch up with Mena and Kaye. In the end it wasn't her he seeked solace from. It wasn't even Sirius or Remus. It was Tara. Or maybe I should say she caught on.
"James?" The tall brunette hurried down the hall after him, waving a quick goodbye to Remus. "I want to talk to you." He nodded. She grabbed his arm and led him into a circular room behind a painting of some sort of dinner, something along the lines of the last supper, just not involving Jesus, the twelve apostles or anyone like that. She sat him down on the couch and sat down next to him. "Now," she began. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," he said.
"Well is there a reason you and Lily have been avoiding each other like the plague and are both in a state of insignificant state of distress? Is there something going on between you two?" she asked, warily.
"That obvious?" James asked.
"To me, yes," Tara responded. "So what happened?"
"Well I was helping her with Transfiguration (He smiled at the thought) and we just sort of kissed. I didn't mean for it to happen, because I wouldn't hurt Shannon for the world, but it did. I couldn't help it. Tars, it felt so right!" There was a pause in the conversation. "I suppose you're gonna tell me to be a good little boy and go back to Shannon instead of ruining our relationship over a girl who I've known for less than a year, a girl who could tear up Shannon if she went out with me?" he said, bitterly.
"I'm not going to tell you anything of the sort, James," Tara said, taking his hand in hers. "I'm just going to tell you to follow you're heart. I can see how you're face lights up when you talk about Lily. And I know just as well that she's mad about you. You're both great people, James, and I'd love to see you together but think it through. You don't want to lose Shannon over a little flirtation do you? Just think about it carefully, James. We'll always be here for you, no matter what you decide." And with that she stood up and walked out, leaving James on his own to ponder over what she had just said.