Please excuse James' thought organization or rather lack there of. I know
most people probably don't imagine him this way, but bear with me.
The Day My Life Changed (For Lack Of Better Title)
Chapter Four: Sirius, Spying, and a Huge Misunderstanding
Friday had passed without any mishap (well, other than the fact that James and Sirius had turned Slytherin's head of house, Professor Vincentes' hair pink). This peace was not to endure into Saturday, however, at least not for James Potter. (James' point of view)
Shit! Where is it?! I know I put my journal in here! I am rummaging through my trunk for my journal but not having much luck finding it. Let me think; last time I used it was last week, when I wrote my confession about Sirius. What if someone stole it? No. I'm not even going to go there. I don't want to imagine what would happen if that was found by the wrong person. That could be enough to ruin my life! Ok Prongs, get a hold of yourself! Nothing bad is going to happen. No one found the journal. I'll just keep telling myself that.
"Hey, James," called Sirius, "are you coming to breakfast or not?" I yelled down that I was coming and pushing all thoughts of my stupid journal out of my head, ran down to the common room.
As we walked down to the Great Hall, we passed Lily. Lily. It's funny. I call her that all the time in my head, but I don't dare call her that out loud. If I called her by her first name, I'm pretty sure she'd hex me, so it's just Evans. "Hey Evans, you want to go out with me yet?" I call, flashing her one of my best, most self-assured smiles. Without turning around or stopping, she calls over her shoulder,
"No Potter. I will not go out with you." Damn. I ask her that every day, and every day, she says the same thing. She'll say yes someday. I know it. It's only a question of when.
"Rejected again, Prongs," Sirius said, "but don't give up hope." Huh? That was weird: Sirius telling me to keep at it? He never says that. He always asks me when I'm going to give up. Something is up with him. Well, whatever it is, it is temporarily negated by the fact that I need food. Hey! 'Temporarily negated'. I like that phrase. Ha! See Remus, I can use big words!
By the time I'm finished with my inner monologue, we were all seated at the table. I was sitting next to Sirius and across from Peter, as usual. Remus was sitting next to Peter and across from Sirius. "So, it's Saturday again! Who's up for a trip to Hogsmeade," I ask, already knowing the answer, which like Lily's answer, never changes.
"Me," all three of them answered at once.
"Alright, that's decided, now without further adue, let us eat!"
The Day My Life Changed (For Lack Of Better Title)
Chapter Four: Sirius, Spying, and a Huge Misunderstanding
Friday had passed without any mishap (well, other than the fact that James and Sirius had turned Slytherin's head of house, Professor Vincentes' hair pink). This peace was not to endure into Saturday, however, at least not for James Potter. (James' point of view)
Shit! Where is it?! I know I put my journal in here! I am rummaging through my trunk for my journal but not having much luck finding it. Let me think; last time I used it was last week, when I wrote my confession about Sirius. What if someone stole it? No. I'm not even going to go there. I don't want to imagine what would happen if that was found by the wrong person. That could be enough to ruin my life! Ok Prongs, get a hold of yourself! Nothing bad is going to happen. No one found the journal. I'll just keep telling myself that.
"Hey, James," called Sirius, "are you coming to breakfast or not?" I yelled down that I was coming and pushing all thoughts of my stupid journal out of my head, ran down to the common room.
As we walked down to the Great Hall, we passed Lily. Lily. It's funny. I call her that all the time in my head, but I don't dare call her that out loud. If I called her by her first name, I'm pretty sure she'd hex me, so it's just Evans. "Hey Evans, you want to go out with me yet?" I call, flashing her one of my best, most self-assured smiles. Without turning around or stopping, she calls over her shoulder,
"No Potter. I will not go out with you." Damn. I ask her that every day, and every day, she says the same thing. She'll say yes someday. I know it. It's only a question of when.
"Rejected again, Prongs," Sirius said, "but don't give up hope." Huh? That was weird: Sirius telling me to keep at it? He never says that. He always asks me when I'm going to give up. Something is up with him. Well, whatever it is, it is temporarily negated by the fact that I need food. Hey! 'Temporarily negated'. I like that phrase. Ha! See Remus, I can use big words!
By the time I'm finished with my inner monologue, we were all seated at the table. I was sitting next to Sirius and across from Peter, as usual. Remus was sitting next to Peter and across from Sirius. "So, it's Saturday again! Who's up for a trip to Hogsmeade," I ask, already knowing the answer, which like Lily's answer, never changes.
"Me," all three of them answered at once.
"Alright, that's decided, now without further adue, let us eat!"