An Eye for an Eye
By juliet's rose
A/N-Thanks very very much to all my reviewers.you guys make my day, and like I've said, it really helps to know that people are reading what you write. Sorry if my chapters are kind of far apart, I'm SOOO busy with school, theater, and life in general. Anyways, here ya go! -juliet's rose
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply, none of it's my idea, except for Rose, etc.
Chapter Four: A Shakespeare Play and Other Thoughts
Lily felt her face grow warm. God, why did she have to blush whenever she made eye contact with James? Seriously.even though she herself was perfectly and painfully aware of who she liked, James Potter wasn't, and she'd like to keep it that way until.what? Lily wasn't sure what it was she wanted to happen, but the sitting and waiting wasn't exactly the kind of thing that she dealt well with. Plus, she was dying to tell Rose her secret (she didn't normally keep things from her best friend)-except then Rose might tell Remus.
And, she realized with a start, James was very distracting. Here she was, in Muggle Studies, thinking about Potter while she should have been listening to Professor Carras. She tuned in just enough to the lecture to hear,
".and starting tomorrow, we will begin our unit on famous Muggle authors and playwrights. First, we'll be reading Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespeare. Tomorrow everyone should be prepared to read a short passage from the play, and I will select parts for everyone in the class. We will also."
Lily bit back a grin of delight. Romeo and Juliet! She knew that play. Not only did she know it, she loved it. Lily's parents were big fans of Muggle writers, William Shakespeare being their favorite. Lily had grown up with discussions of the two feuding families, the Montagues and the Capulets, and had gone to sleep as a child with such famous phrases as "Parting is such sweet sorrow.."
Whoa. She couldn't have heard that right. What?!! This was too good to be true. Professor Carras had just announced to the class that if all went well, "We will be performing our version of the play at the end of this study unit."
Lily wanted Juliet. As soon as she had heard the word "performance," she knew that she had to play the famous star crossed lover. What other part would be as much fun? Lily was so caught up in imagining how amazing her portrayal of Juliet would be that she didn't hear the bell ring or notice the classroom emptying. A voice cut into her thoughts.
"Evans, you gonna sit there all day?" Lily started and looked up. James was standing next to her desk, his arms folded across his chest while his lips gave her a slight smile. Lily blushed. "No, Potter, I actually have to be getting to Charms right now."
"Hmmm, what a coincidence. I have that class next as well. I'll just have to accompany you, then, won't I?"
And without another word he took her hand, lifted her up, and she just had time to grab her book bag before he opened the door for her and gestured for her to go first. Lily was out the door, trying to walk and think at the same time, fighting with herself over whether she should wait for James or not. Had he just opened the door for her? That was so sweet; no guy had ever done that for her before. Ooops, too late. Here he was. God! It wasn't fair that someone could be so good looking. He really is, you know, she thought, and without realizing it, she started to smile.
James looked over at Lily. Wait.was she.smiling? While walking with him to class? No way. He looked over at her again. She was. Lily Evans was smiling, not necessarily at him, but with him, as she walked to class. This was good news.
A/N-Thanks very very much to all my reviewers.you guys make my day, and like I've said, it really helps to know that people are reading what you write. Sorry if my chapters are kind of far apart, I'm SOOO busy with school, theater, and life in general. Anyways, here ya go! -juliet's rose
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply, none of it's my idea, except for Rose, etc.
Chapter Four: A Shakespeare Play and Other Thoughts
Lily felt her face grow warm. God, why did she have to blush whenever she made eye contact with James? Seriously.even though she herself was perfectly and painfully aware of who she liked, James Potter wasn't, and she'd like to keep it that way until.what? Lily wasn't sure what it was she wanted to happen, but the sitting and waiting wasn't exactly the kind of thing that she dealt well with. Plus, she was dying to tell Rose her secret (she didn't normally keep things from her best friend)-except then Rose might tell Remus.
And, she realized with a start, James was very distracting. Here she was, in Muggle Studies, thinking about Potter while she should have been listening to Professor Carras. She tuned in just enough to the lecture to hear,
".and starting tomorrow, we will begin our unit on famous Muggle authors and playwrights. First, we'll be reading Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespeare. Tomorrow everyone should be prepared to read a short passage from the play, and I will select parts for everyone in the class. We will also."
Lily bit back a grin of delight. Romeo and Juliet! She knew that play. Not only did she know it, she loved it. Lily's parents were big fans of Muggle writers, William Shakespeare being their favorite. Lily had grown up with discussions of the two feuding families, the Montagues and the Capulets, and had gone to sleep as a child with such famous phrases as "Parting is such sweet sorrow.."
Whoa. She couldn't have heard that right. What?!! This was too good to be true. Professor Carras had just announced to the class that if all went well, "We will be performing our version of the play at the end of this study unit."
Lily wanted Juliet. As soon as she had heard the word "performance," she knew that she had to play the famous star crossed lover. What other part would be as much fun? Lily was so caught up in imagining how amazing her portrayal of Juliet would be that she didn't hear the bell ring or notice the classroom emptying. A voice cut into her thoughts.
"Evans, you gonna sit there all day?" Lily started and looked up. James was standing next to her desk, his arms folded across his chest while his lips gave her a slight smile. Lily blushed. "No, Potter, I actually have to be getting to Charms right now."
"Hmmm, what a coincidence. I have that class next as well. I'll just have to accompany you, then, won't I?"
And without another word he took her hand, lifted her up, and she just had time to grab her book bag before he opened the door for her and gestured for her to go first. Lily was out the door, trying to walk and think at the same time, fighting with herself over whether she should wait for James or not. Had he just opened the door for her? That was so sweet; no guy had ever done that for her before. Ooops, too late. Here he was. God! It wasn't fair that someone could be so good looking. He really is, you know, she thought, and without realizing it, she started to smile.
James looked over at Lily. Wait.was she.smiling? While walking with him to class? No way. He looked over at her again. She was. Lily Evans was smiling, not necessarily at him, but with him, as she walked to class. This was good news.