Chapter Three:
Solitude
James sighed, frustrated, as he ripped back a tapestry to reveal. a wall?? James eagerly took out his wand and tapped it against the bricks in a series of dots. He stepped back and waited impatiently as the dots connected to form the word "James". A portion of the wall disappeared as he hurriedly scuttled through the opening.
Nobody knew about this place, not even his closest friends. This was James' place, his solitude. He loved it here. It was a simple conjunction of a few rooms; a bathroom, a study/lounge and a bedroom. He sighed as he sunk into a plush cream chair. Most of the décor of the room was cream, tan or gold. James found those colours relaxing, comforting. He had built this place from the ground up, but if he ever did tell any one about it, he wouldn't divulge in them his knack for interior design. He had a reputation, after all.
James took out his Wizard Wireless and tuned it to his favourite station, 'Leviosa'. He stood up off the couch and just moved with the music, dancing always cleared his mind. He had to think.
"Why am I so protective of Lily?" He asked himself out loud as the last chord of music faded into the air. "Is it really because I know she can do better? If she can do better than everyone, who can she be with?" After a couple of seconds, he whispered, "Me."
James shook his head violently, to rid himself of the thought, but it kept haunting him, maybe he did like Lily.
"Rem, what's wrong with James?" Lily asked, in that never ceasing calm, angelic voice. A flash of worry coursed through it though.
"We just had an argument," Remus said, shaking his handsome, sandy-blonde head.
"Well no sher shitlock!" She rolled her emerald eyes at him, "Way to state the obvious."
"Ok, I was giving James the third degree about being so protective of you. I think you should be able to date who ever you want." He said solemnly.
"I like that he's protective of me, it let's me know that someone cares..." Lily already small voice trailed off at the end, and she avoided Remus' eyes. Her father had never been very kind to her... to put it lightly.
At that moment James came through the common room portrait, his hair soaked. Holding his dirty clothes under one arm, he shot Moony a glare, cold as ice, and trudged up the stairs.
Lily gave Remus a searching look, patted his arm and quickly ran after James. As she reached the door to the seventh year boys dormitories, she lightly knocked on the door and eased it open, "James?" she whispered. He didn't budge. He lay there, unmoving, staring at the top of his four- poster.
Lily walked towards him and lightly sat down on the bed, "What's wrong?" she asked, rubbing his arm softly.
"Nothing, Lils. I just need to be alone."
Solitude
James sighed, frustrated, as he ripped back a tapestry to reveal. a wall?? James eagerly took out his wand and tapped it against the bricks in a series of dots. He stepped back and waited impatiently as the dots connected to form the word "James". A portion of the wall disappeared as he hurriedly scuttled through the opening.
Nobody knew about this place, not even his closest friends. This was James' place, his solitude. He loved it here. It was a simple conjunction of a few rooms; a bathroom, a study/lounge and a bedroom. He sighed as he sunk into a plush cream chair. Most of the décor of the room was cream, tan or gold. James found those colours relaxing, comforting. He had built this place from the ground up, but if he ever did tell any one about it, he wouldn't divulge in them his knack for interior design. He had a reputation, after all.
James took out his Wizard Wireless and tuned it to his favourite station, 'Leviosa'. He stood up off the couch and just moved with the music, dancing always cleared his mind. He had to think.
"Why am I so protective of Lily?" He asked himself out loud as the last chord of music faded into the air. "Is it really because I know she can do better? If she can do better than everyone, who can she be with?" After a couple of seconds, he whispered, "Me."
James shook his head violently, to rid himself of the thought, but it kept haunting him, maybe he did like Lily.
"Rem, what's wrong with James?" Lily asked, in that never ceasing calm, angelic voice. A flash of worry coursed through it though.
"We just had an argument," Remus said, shaking his handsome, sandy-blonde head.
"Well no sher shitlock!" She rolled her emerald eyes at him, "Way to state the obvious."
"Ok, I was giving James the third degree about being so protective of you. I think you should be able to date who ever you want." He said solemnly.
"I like that he's protective of me, it let's me know that someone cares..." Lily already small voice trailed off at the end, and she avoided Remus' eyes. Her father had never been very kind to her... to put it lightly.
At that moment James came through the common room portrait, his hair soaked. Holding his dirty clothes under one arm, he shot Moony a glare, cold as ice, and trudged up the stairs.
Lily gave Remus a searching look, patted his arm and quickly ran after James. As she reached the door to the seventh year boys dormitories, she lightly knocked on the door and eased it open, "James?" she whispered. He didn't budge. He lay there, unmoving, staring at the top of his four- poster.
Lily walked towards him and lightly sat down on the bed, "What's wrong?" she asked, rubbing his arm softly.
"Nothing, Lils. I just need to be alone."