James
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James quickly put on some old, tattered jeans and a blue ~AFI~ T-shirt (That was for you lizzi!). *Best get this over with.* he thought venomously. He looked at his reflection in his mirror. It responded rudely, "You look horrible! I would be running right now if I had a date with you!"
"For your information, mirror, I'm not going on a date. I might get a new mirror soon, so those comments better be looking up!" He ruffled his hair absent-mindedly, an old habbit.
He slowly walked across his room to the fireplace, took powder from a bucket, ducked into the small space, and yelled, "The Evan's". He felt his stomach threatening to show last night's dinner as he spun rapidly, passing through other fireplaces, until he finally came to a stop. As he dizzily steped out of the fireplace, he snapped a piece of wood in half with his foot, making a snaping sound. "Damnit!" he swore under his breath. Now, if anyone heard him, they would think someone has Apperated. And sure enough, a head with red hair hanging from it peeked in the room. He hid behind a bookshelf, standing as still as he could, trying not to make a sound.
Soon enough, the head whipped around the corner and disappeared from view. *I'm gonna strangle Sirius when I get back!* he thought viciously. So he slowly creeped up the stairs, looking for Lily's room. He found it in a snap. He saw her reading a book. *A ~school~ book!* he thought disgustedly, *What's wrong with her, it's summer!* He pulled out his wand and braced himself as he walked into his enemy's territory.
Lily **********
"Hello Lily." The cold voice was only too familiar. She turned around, seeing James Potter, staring evilly at her. But she gasped mentaly. He had changed a lot since she last saw him. His dark hazel eyes glinted as she examined him. His hair was fashionably messy, and you could see his ripply muscles from Quidditch showing from under his muggle T-shirt. His skin was tanned and flawless. *He's grown quite handsome, really--Wait, Lily!* she thought, *He's your archenemy! You can't fall for him now!* She shoke herself mentaly and growled, "What do you want now, Your Royal Concietedness?"
But he wasn't moved a bit. Instead he replied haughtily, "Wish you could see your friends, doncha Lily? Well, it happens to be that they are staying at my house for the rest of the summer, so unless you want to remain alone here, I suggest you join them at my place." She was shocked. How did he know that she wanted to see Taryn and Lia so bad. How could then do this to her, making the chose between friends and Potter, or no friend and no Potter.
"Fine!" she snapped, "I'll come. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna be nice to you!" After 30 minutes, she was packed and ready to go. "Bye Mom, bye Dad!"
"Come in here and give us a real good bye, honey." So she obeyed her mom and kissed her dad on the cheek and hugged her mom tightly. She heard a whoshing sound and the next minute, James was gone with her suitcase. She sighed heavily, muttering to herself, "I don't like James, I don't like James," as she stepped into the fireplace and shouted, "The Potter's!"
James quickly put on some old, tattered jeans and a blue ~AFI~ T-shirt (That was for you lizzi!). *Best get this over with.* he thought venomously. He looked at his reflection in his mirror. It responded rudely, "You look horrible! I would be running right now if I had a date with you!"
"For your information, mirror, I'm not going on a date. I might get a new mirror soon, so those comments better be looking up!" He ruffled his hair absent-mindedly, an old habbit.
He slowly walked across his room to the fireplace, took powder from a bucket, ducked into the small space, and yelled, "The Evan's". He felt his stomach threatening to show last night's dinner as he spun rapidly, passing through other fireplaces, until he finally came to a stop. As he dizzily steped out of the fireplace, he snapped a piece of wood in half with his foot, making a snaping sound. "Damnit!" he swore under his breath. Now, if anyone heard him, they would think someone has Apperated. And sure enough, a head with red hair hanging from it peeked in the room. He hid behind a bookshelf, standing as still as he could, trying not to make a sound.
Soon enough, the head whipped around the corner and disappeared from view. *I'm gonna strangle Sirius when I get back!* he thought viciously. So he slowly creeped up the stairs, looking for Lily's room. He found it in a snap. He saw her reading a book. *A ~school~ book!* he thought disgustedly, *What's wrong with her, it's summer!* He pulled out his wand and braced himself as he walked into his enemy's territory.
Lily **********
"Hello Lily." The cold voice was only too familiar. She turned around, seeing James Potter, staring evilly at her. But she gasped mentaly. He had changed a lot since she last saw him. His dark hazel eyes glinted as she examined him. His hair was fashionably messy, and you could see his ripply muscles from Quidditch showing from under his muggle T-shirt. His skin was tanned and flawless. *He's grown quite handsome, really--Wait, Lily!* she thought, *He's your archenemy! You can't fall for him now!* She shoke herself mentaly and growled, "What do you want now, Your Royal Concietedness?"
But he wasn't moved a bit. Instead he replied haughtily, "Wish you could see your friends, doncha Lily? Well, it happens to be that they are staying at my house for the rest of the summer, so unless you want to remain alone here, I suggest you join them at my place." She was shocked. How did he know that she wanted to see Taryn and Lia so bad. How could then do this to her, making the chose between friends and Potter, or no friend and no Potter.
"Fine!" she snapped, "I'll come. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna be nice to you!" After 30 minutes, she was packed and ready to go. "Bye Mom, bye Dad!"
"Come in here and give us a real good bye, honey." So she obeyed her mom and kissed her dad on the cheek and hugged her mom tightly. She heard a whoshing sound and the next minute, James was gone with her suitcase. She sighed heavily, muttering to herself, "I don't like James, I don't like James," as she stepped into the fireplace and shouted, "The Potter's!"