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Magnolias
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Uninvited Affection
Chapter 6: "Can we call
a truce long enough for me to get a piece of cake?"
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She stretched her legs out in front of her and rubbed her eyes groggily. Shit,
I have a headache. Last night's 'incident' came back to her, groaning she
arose from bed. She watched as Chardonnay emerged from the bathroom.
"G'morning sunshine!" She exclaimed.
"Ugh. People like you deserve to be shot." Lily grunted as she put
her slippers on.
"People like me?"
"People who get up early in the morning and are annoyingly perky. Damn it,
Chard, my head is pounding." Lily clutched her forehead for emphasis
"Advil, Aspirin, Motrin, or Tylenol?" She asked holding up various
bottles of medication.
"None. I'll survive." Lily relented. Chard shrugged her shoulders and
they proceeded to get dressed.
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God was cruel. Why was it that Chardonnay and Lily just had to be late
for breakfast and on top of that why the hell were the only two remaining seats
at the Gryffindor table on either side of him? Someone was definitely out to
get him. Sighing into his bowl of porridge James tried to ignore the
approaching redhead and brunette.
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Fabulous, Now I have to sit next to the self-righteous bastard, simply
fabulous. Lily thought as her eyes scanned the Great Hall. He didn't seem
to be too happy about the situation. Good. Was her next thought, I
love to see him squirm.
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Apologize. Don't Fight. Apologize. Don't Fight. Apologize. Don't Fight.
James repeated his mantra in his head. But, as Lily gracefully sat down next to
him flipping her red hair, a piece hitting his face, James wasn't so sure he
could go through with his plan.
"Lily," he began as he turned towards her, "I want to apologize
for what I said yesterday. It was uncalled for and rude."
"Apology accepted." She replied not looking up as she picked up a
piece of toast.
Why the hell is she being civil, she's never civil. James thought.
"Dumbledore would like to see us in his office after breakfast. He stopped
me in the hall." Lily added buttering her toast.
"Oh," James swirled his spoon around. This porridge was starting to
look like crap.
Before biting into her toast she took a sip of her pumpkin juice.
"Yeah."
"Rather talkative today aren't we?" James questioned.
"I don't argue until I've at least finished one piece of toast."
He looked up at her, "So you don't think we could have a decent
conversation?"
"Without an argument, us? Not a chance darling."
"We used to get along." James muttered into his juice.
"And my mother used to be married to my father. What can I say James?
Things change, get used to it." Lily rolled her eyes as she piled a bowl
with fruit.
"Look, Lily, I think we should call a truce." Lily snorted daintily.
"C'mon Lil. What do you think Dumbledore wants to talk to us about? If we
can't work together we lose. Damn all of our problems to hell, but we're
talking about the entire Gryffindor House." James pleaded with her. His
blue eyes softened a little, but Lily's green ones stayed as cold as ice.
"Whatever James." Leaving a half eaten slice of toast and a full bowl
of fruit on the table, she stomped out of the Great Hall.
Maybe things did change. As an 8 year old she'd stomp her feet and slam doors
when she didn't get her way. Now it was just cold indifference. He didn't know
which he preferred. No. he did. At least with a temper tantrum, James knew she
actually had some kind of heart. Sighing, he stared glumly at his porridge.
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