Yep. He was going to miss everyone...except his large fanclub. Oh, how he had tried and failed to hide from the raging beasts that were these women. They tracked him down like an eagle pounces on its' prey, never let him out of their sight. Rare were the moments when he could breathe and act like himself without having to worry about the ever-watchful eyes of his female fans.
When they fought against each other, pretending to be worthy of him, they reminded James-and many others- of starving hyenas. Savage and rabid creatures snapping and snarling at the other, tearing off bits of flesh, hair, clothes as they went. Gosh, they were creepy.
Of course, the other "males" were jealous of the attention the gals gave James. Since they were all after him; the handsome, smart, cool, talented one, no girls were left for the other guys, who'd eventually pretend that they weren't the lest bit envious of the man.
"Oh, James" they would plead, puckering their lips and fluttering their eyelids so as to look more...attractive."Please, please go out with me. You KNOW I'm better than the other girls." Then they'd give him that "irresistible" smile.
Of course, if James had been sane he would've said "yes" without hesitating, but you see, he had had an eye on another one for quite a while already. One, who didn't seem the least bit interested in joining his numerous admirers. The lovely Lily-or Lillian- Evans had captured his heart, ever since they had first met.
James Potter, having received his letter of acceptance at Hogwarts, had bought more than enough things to bring along to school. Folded nicely into his trunk, about nine robes-in case he didn't have time to get them washed, two hats, two scarves-in case one got stained, five cauldrons-he was never really good at cooking things anyway, and a few extra books (not that he'd ever read them of course). All these objects were packed in his trunk and piled somewhat carelessly onto his cart.
The unlucky Lily Evans just happened to pass by at that moment and managed to slither through most of the crouded platform. Unfortunately, she hadn't seen James' cart and had stumbled into it, sending the contents of both their trunks flying up and landing, scattered about around the two kids.
"Watch out!" The young teenager yelled just before the girl tripped over the base of the cart and came tumbling down with all their belongings.
"Great." Lily groaned, picking up her things with her parent's help. "Name's James Potter." The boy held out his hand, but she just grumbled some more."I'm going to be so late because of you." "Nice to meet you too." James replied, helping her back up.
They hadn't had much time to get aquainted, for the train announced its' departure very soon, but they had each set a first impression on the other. Lily practically loathed James, while he had fallen in love with the graceful redhead.
Throughout the years, James' behaviour as well as that of his friends had disgusted Lily. They were always off bothering the innocent, they craved attention and so they often made fools out of themselves in order to get noticed. All James had ever wanted was to catch her attention, and he did. Things just didn't work out exactly the way he had planned. It was only a few weeks ago that he had realized Lily wasn't attracted to his boldness, even less his ego or 'sense of pride', but his sensibility, honesty, and, you have to admit, persistance.
For seven years James asked her out, and for seven years she refused, until she had finally been happy to see his ego deflate a little and his arrogance fade away to finally accept spending time in his company, as a tad more than what's called 'friends'. James, along with his newly achieved trophee, often took walks along the river's side, hand in hand. They didn't have to say much to love each other, in fact, most of their little evening strolls were spent silently, enjoying the light breeze and the company.
Lily walked into the common room and smiled at the sight of James sitting upside down on the red leather sofa. "'Night." She said smoothly. "'Night." He replied, deciding it might also be time for him to go to bed.
It was with the picture of the elegant, red-haired Lily, that James fell asleep every night, and this time was no exception. Eyes dry and body sore and tingly, he krept upstairs, without bothering to ruffle his hair or change into his pyjamas, and sank into his bed, smiling.