Hey Fourth chapter up! (If you can call these chapters!) I leave on
Saturday for Spain. So I won't be updating it for a week or so. Ah well.
Enjoy!
James Potter, November 15, 2nd year
Today was absolutely pointless, from a "James Potter" kind of view. I
mean really, who wants to sit all day, in a library, working on a bloody
never-ending project for transfiguration? Sure it's interesting, sure it's
fascinating, sure it's cool to makes things change, but my entire Saturday?
I should have listened to Sirius, and done it before, ah well. It's
finished.
So I spent the whole day in the library. Unfortunately, I'm not the only
procrastinator; the library was brimming with students. There was only this
small little table for two in the back corner. But it worked, and it was
right by the window. Sitting down I got to work; writing the spell, and
then drawing a detailed picture below of the transfiguration process (or
attempting to). Eventually I realized I needed the help of a certain book,
so I left to find it. When I returned, there she was, Lily Evans, sitting
down at the table to.
"Hey"
"Hey, it was full, I had to sit here, is that ok?"
"Yeah sure, I don't care."
"Alright"
It's not like she's creepy, or ugly, or rude, there was just some sort of
shock to seeing her there, sitting at the table, moving her quill back and
forth across the parchment. For some reason, Lily Evans never seemed real
to me until today. Sure I see her in class, sure I make fun of her
sometimes, but I've never really noticed her before. If you asked me
yesterday to picture her in my head, I'd be able to make her outline, her
hair, her robes, but I wouldn't get the shine in her eyes, almost a
vigorous flame, or the freckles on her nose. And it hit me, right there and
then, that she's a real person. Her homework just doesn't appear, she has
to sit down and do it, just like me. She can dream, can think, she's not
just someone in the classroom. Lily Evans is real. Reading over this I
sound batty...and like I pay attention to her...like...you know what I mean. I
don't feel like talking anymore about it. Lilly Evans is real person; she's
clever but needs help to. End of story, nothing more.
Anyway, I finished my project, and am now staring at the rather
magnificent sunset behind the trees of the forbidden forest. Rather lovely,
perfect for a painting, or a poem, but I can't do either. Goodnight.
-James Potter
Saturday for Spain. So I won't be updating it for a week or so. Ah well.
Enjoy!
James Potter, November 15, 2nd year
Today was absolutely pointless, from a "James Potter" kind of view. I
mean really, who wants to sit all day, in a library, working on a bloody
never-ending project for transfiguration? Sure it's interesting, sure it's
fascinating, sure it's cool to makes things change, but my entire Saturday?
I should have listened to Sirius, and done it before, ah well. It's
finished.
So I spent the whole day in the library. Unfortunately, I'm not the only
procrastinator; the library was brimming with students. There was only this
small little table for two in the back corner. But it worked, and it was
right by the window. Sitting down I got to work; writing the spell, and
then drawing a detailed picture below of the transfiguration process (or
attempting to). Eventually I realized I needed the help of a certain book,
so I left to find it. When I returned, there she was, Lily Evans, sitting
down at the table to.
"Hey"
"Hey, it was full, I had to sit here, is that ok?"
"Yeah sure, I don't care."
"Alright"
It's not like she's creepy, or ugly, or rude, there was just some sort of
shock to seeing her there, sitting at the table, moving her quill back and
forth across the parchment. For some reason, Lily Evans never seemed real
to me until today. Sure I see her in class, sure I make fun of her
sometimes, but I've never really noticed her before. If you asked me
yesterday to picture her in my head, I'd be able to make her outline, her
hair, her robes, but I wouldn't get the shine in her eyes, almost a
vigorous flame, or the freckles on her nose. And it hit me, right there and
then, that she's a real person. Her homework just doesn't appear, she has
to sit down and do it, just like me. She can dream, can think, she's not
just someone in the classroom. Lily Evans is real. Reading over this I
sound batty...and like I pay attention to her...like...you know what I mean. I
don't feel like talking anymore about it. Lilly Evans is real person; she's
clever but needs help to. End of story, nothing more.
Anyway, I finished my project, and am now staring at the rather
magnificent sunset behind the trees of the forbidden forest. Rather lovely,
perfect for a painting, or a poem, but I can't do either. Goodnight.
-James Potter