"How goes it, Romeo?" Sirius asked James during dinnertime in the Great
Hall. He helped himself to some extra potatoes.
"Well, she hates me." James said, sighing and hanging his head. "Which is actually better than two days ago, when she loathed and despised the very ground I walked on." James had been morphing into Prongs every evening to check up on Lily, He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but every time he heard hateful things about him coming from Lily's rosy mouth, he felt his heart shattering like glass. He took a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and gave it to Sirius. "Take a look at this. It's an endearing little love poem she wrote for me."
As Sirius read the letter, his browns furrowed with amusement. "Whoa, she really wanted to to a number on you... this is pretty angsty stuff."
"Gee, that makes me feel all the more better."
"Aw, cheer up old boy. She'll realize it was all a misunderstanding sooner or later," Sirius' nose wrinkled. "I never liked Madge anyway. Too domineering. She tried too hard to get you back, too. She was coming on to you like a Bludger at a Quidditch game."
"Padfoot, shut up."
Padfoot shut up. But only for the first five minutes. All of a sudden his eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped. "James - look."
James felt his heart bounce straight out of his chest. It was Lily. But it wasn't the same Lily that he had seen fifteen minutes ago. It was a different Lily. She was a little frail, perhaps from malnourishment, but for some reason, she looked prettier than ever, There was a smile on her face, and her haor was neatly combed and pulled back from her face. Botticelli's Venus had nothing on her.
She was coming their way.
Sirius quickly pulled out an empty chair for her, which was right next to James.
Lily laughed a tinny little laugh. "Oh, no thanks Sirius. She avoided James' wide-eyed stare. "I'm going to sit next to Morgan."
Morgans, whose eyes were also wide with shock, couldn't stop staring at Lily. "Okay. Who are you and what have you done with my friend?"
Lily laughed again. "Absolutley nothing. Hey, you were the one who wanted me to come down to dinner."
James realized that something wasn't right. The way she moved, that laugh... it was all too practiced; too calculated. He then knew what was going on. She came down here to make him suffer. James felt pain at the very thought of it. His Lily. How long had they been friends? Six years. There had, of course, been intimate moments between them, but Lily had started flirting with James near the end of their six year. He had at first been shocked and a bit scared. But the he started to have dreams about her. He finally realized that he liked her. Lily and James had danced around the subject of dating, but had never asked each other. His Lily. She would do anything to ruin him now.
"Well, she hates me." James said, sighing and hanging his head. "Which is actually better than two days ago, when she loathed and despised the very ground I walked on." James had been morphing into Prongs every evening to check up on Lily, He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but every time he heard hateful things about him coming from Lily's rosy mouth, he felt his heart shattering like glass. He took a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and gave it to Sirius. "Take a look at this. It's an endearing little love poem she wrote for me."
As Sirius read the letter, his browns furrowed with amusement. "Whoa, she really wanted to to a number on you... this is pretty angsty stuff."
"Gee, that makes me feel all the more better."
"Aw, cheer up old boy. She'll realize it was all a misunderstanding sooner or later," Sirius' nose wrinkled. "I never liked Madge anyway. Too domineering. She tried too hard to get you back, too. She was coming on to you like a Bludger at a Quidditch game."
"Padfoot, shut up."
Padfoot shut up. But only for the first five minutes. All of a sudden his eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped. "James - look."
James felt his heart bounce straight out of his chest. It was Lily. But it wasn't the same Lily that he had seen fifteen minutes ago. It was a different Lily. She was a little frail, perhaps from malnourishment, but for some reason, she looked prettier than ever, There was a smile on her face, and her haor was neatly combed and pulled back from her face. Botticelli's Venus had nothing on her.
She was coming their way.
Sirius quickly pulled out an empty chair for her, which was right next to James.
Lily laughed a tinny little laugh. "Oh, no thanks Sirius. She avoided James' wide-eyed stare. "I'm going to sit next to Morgan."
Morgans, whose eyes were also wide with shock, couldn't stop staring at Lily. "Okay. Who are you and what have you done with my friend?"
Lily laughed again. "Absolutley nothing. Hey, you were the one who wanted me to come down to dinner."
James realized that something wasn't right. The way she moved, that laugh... it was all too practiced; too calculated. He then knew what was going on. She came down here to make him suffer. James felt pain at the very thought of it. His Lily. How long had they been friends? Six years. There had, of course, been intimate moments between them, but Lily had started flirting with James near the end of their six year. He had at first been shocked and a bit scared. But the he started to have dreams about her. He finally realized that he liked her. Lily and James had danced around the subject of dating, but had never asked each other. His Lily. She would do anything to ruin him now.