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James' story up next. Note: Might be a little exaggerated since you're hearing it from him.
Post 48
It was near evening... the sun had almost gone down beyond the steely blue mountains that surrounded the lake. I had sat there alone. Remus had accompanied Peter to the Great Hall for dinner, but I decided to stay out a while. Sunsets like these don't come very often.
And then, I spotted the one and only person I would enjoy spending this wonderfully romantic sunset with.
Lily Evans.
I didn't realize how long I had gazed at her. Her ravishing radiance made you feel as if you were in heaven, because she must surely be an angel in disguise. Her skin was flawless, her radiant, flaming red hair the exact colour of the setting sun, rippled in the autumn wind...
"Can you stop with the description already?" snapped Sirius suddenly, looking extremely annoyed.
"Shut up, this is my story," said James proudly. "And I shall tell it however I like. You can just go away you know, if you don't want to hear."
Sirius rolled his eyes and surrendered, laying his head once again on the bed.
She was just there, reading a book with the last rays of the sun, seated on a bench. I got up to her as I usually did and settled next to her. I just knew she wanted me, she just didn't know it. She didn't even shout at me, telling me to get my big head away or anything! But she looked forlorn.
So I started a casual conversation with her.
"What are you reading there?" I asked very nicely.
"Medieval Charms," she replied. Her sweet voice was enough to lift my spirits to the skies.
"That's interesting," I added, I was seriously running out of things to continue with conversation with. Really! I thought maybe agreeing with her would make her like me.
"Hmm," was all she replied with.
"So is there going to be a Christmas Ball this year?" I asked.
"No, maybe not."
Her short answers were making me nervous. It's like... it's like she doesn't want to talk to me!
"That's a shame...."
"Mmm."
"It would be really fun..."
"Valentine's maybe..."
"Great! I'd love to organize that together with you."
"Delightful."
Was that sarcasm? I didn't know. It didn't sound like it. But she didn't sound as chirpy as one usually sound when they say that word. It was toneless. But nonetheless, heavenly melodious. Like a veela.
"There is going to be a Hogsmeade weekend soon right?"
"Next two weeks. Saturday."
"Oh really? That's great! Do you maybe want to like, have a drink with me?" I asked nervously. "My treat!"
"Not really."
My heart sunk like a stone in a river.
"Just a drink?"
"No thanks."
"Are you okay?" I had to ask. For such a vivacious girl, she looked quite the opposite.
"Yes... don't you have someone to go to James?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just go away..."
Okay, now I realized something was terribly wrong. Her words lacked the usual tone of annoyance they usually held when they tell me to get lost.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No!"
"Because you look miserable..."
"My aunt just passed away, okay?" She snapped, her gorgeous emerald eyes now sparkling with tears. The first time I've seen them since I went up to her. And it was but the first time, I saw those wonderful eyes that used to always be full of joy and laughter, now filled with tears.
"I'm so sorry," I replied, trying to make her feel better. But she was already in tears, I didn't know what to do!
And suddenly, she was against me. She leant her head against my shoulder and continued sobbing. I was stunned! My brain just stopped processing anything, and I know it's evil but a smile just came to my lips and I wrapped my arms comfortingly around her.
"Taking advantage!" Laughed Sirius.
"Hey, she was so distraught... I was only trying to be a caring friend!" Insisted James unbelievably.
"Yeah right...caring friend," said Peter sarcastically.
"Think whatever you like!" replied James childishly, folding his arms.
Now back to my story. She cried for a long time while I tapped her back, hoping she'll feel better.
"She took care of me and my sister after our parents died," she sobbed.
"You must've been very close to her."
"I was... she was like a mum to me," she replied sadly.
A while later, to my bitter dismay, she raised her head and we separated. She wiped her face dry and took deep breaths.
"I'm sorry..." she said, her voice broken and her face apologetic.
"I'll always be there if you need a shoulder to cry on," I told her, hoping she would see me differently.
"You should go."
Not wanting to upset her further, I got up.
"I'll be waiting at the Three Broomsticks if you change your mind," I reminded her.
I walked towards the corridor solemnly. I had almost thought she would've said yes just now. I do think I've changed, don't you? I even sent her those roses and poems and I didn't see them in the trash the next day. That must've meant something.
I was halfway to the doors when I heard soft pattering of feet from behind. And then suddenly, something totally astounding happened.
She slipped her hands into mine. Laced her fingers in between mine. And it felt... breathtaking. I looked at her in shock and she just returned a small sweet smile. I felt as though my heart was soaring! It was extremely wonderful. Oh how I've longed for this moment. After 4 years!
"4 years?" I asked in disbelief. "Wow..."
"Determination does pay off," he grinned happily.
So she said, "I'll meet you at the Great Hall at ten." And although her cheeks were tear-stained and her eyes were red, when she smiled, it was the most stunning smile there ever was. As though she reserves it for only one person. And just then, I swore to be the only person who she will give that look to, forever and always. No matter what happens, I promised myself to be there for her, to protect her and if I have to, give my life for her.
"The end!" he ended with a flourish.
Padfootz-luvr – Thanks for all your reviews for each chapter! Me smiles.
James' story up next. Note: Might be a little exaggerated since you're hearing it from him.
Post 48
It was near evening... the sun had almost gone down beyond the steely blue mountains that surrounded the lake. I had sat there alone. Remus had accompanied Peter to the Great Hall for dinner, but I decided to stay out a while. Sunsets like these don't come very often.
And then, I spotted the one and only person I would enjoy spending this wonderfully romantic sunset with.
Lily Evans.
I didn't realize how long I had gazed at her. Her ravishing radiance made you feel as if you were in heaven, because she must surely be an angel in disguise. Her skin was flawless, her radiant, flaming red hair the exact colour of the setting sun, rippled in the autumn wind...
"Can you stop with the description already?" snapped Sirius suddenly, looking extremely annoyed.
"Shut up, this is my story," said James proudly. "And I shall tell it however I like. You can just go away you know, if you don't want to hear."
Sirius rolled his eyes and surrendered, laying his head once again on the bed.
She was just there, reading a book with the last rays of the sun, seated on a bench. I got up to her as I usually did and settled next to her. I just knew she wanted me, she just didn't know it. She didn't even shout at me, telling me to get my big head away or anything! But she looked forlorn.
So I started a casual conversation with her.
"What are you reading there?" I asked very nicely.
"Medieval Charms," she replied. Her sweet voice was enough to lift my spirits to the skies.
"That's interesting," I added, I was seriously running out of things to continue with conversation with. Really! I thought maybe agreeing with her would make her like me.
"Hmm," was all she replied with.
"So is there going to be a Christmas Ball this year?" I asked.
"No, maybe not."
Her short answers were making me nervous. It's like... it's like she doesn't want to talk to me!
"That's a shame...."
"Mmm."
"It would be really fun..."
"Valentine's maybe..."
"Great! I'd love to organize that together with you."
"Delightful."
Was that sarcasm? I didn't know. It didn't sound like it. But she didn't sound as chirpy as one usually sound when they say that word. It was toneless. But nonetheless, heavenly melodious. Like a veela.
"There is going to be a Hogsmeade weekend soon right?"
"Next two weeks. Saturday."
"Oh really? That's great! Do you maybe want to like, have a drink with me?" I asked nervously. "My treat!"
"Not really."
My heart sunk like a stone in a river.
"Just a drink?"
"No thanks."
"Are you okay?" I had to ask. For such a vivacious girl, she looked quite the opposite.
"Yes... don't you have someone to go to James?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just go away..."
Okay, now I realized something was terribly wrong. Her words lacked the usual tone of annoyance they usually held when they tell me to get lost.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No!"
"Because you look miserable..."
"My aunt just passed away, okay?" She snapped, her gorgeous emerald eyes now sparkling with tears. The first time I've seen them since I went up to her. And it was but the first time, I saw those wonderful eyes that used to always be full of joy and laughter, now filled with tears.
"I'm so sorry," I replied, trying to make her feel better. But she was already in tears, I didn't know what to do!
And suddenly, she was against me. She leant her head against my shoulder and continued sobbing. I was stunned! My brain just stopped processing anything, and I know it's evil but a smile just came to my lips and I wrapped my arms comfortingly around her.
"Taking advantage!" Laughed Sirius.
"Hey, she was so distraught... I was only trying to be a caring friend!" Insisted James unbelievably.
"Yeah right...caring friend," said Peter sarcastically.
"Think whatever you like!" replied James childishly, folding his arms.
Now back to my story. She cried for a long time while I tapped her back, hoping she'll feel better.
"She took care of me and my sister after our parents died," she sobbed.
"You must've been very close to her."
"I was... she was like a mum to me," she replied sadly.
A while later, to my bitter dismay, she raised her head and we separated. She wiped her face dry and took deep breaths.
"I'm sorry..." she said, her voice broken and her face apologetic.
"I'll always be there if you need a shoulder to cry on," I told her, hoping she would see me differently.
"You should go."
Not wanting to upset her further, I got up.
"I'll be waiting at the Three Broomsticks if you change your mind," I reminded her.
I walked towards the corridor solemnly. I had almost thought she would've said yes just now. I do think I've changed, don't you? I even sent her those roses and poems and I didn't see them in the trash the next day. That must've meant something.
I was halfway to the doors when I heard soft pattering of feet from behind. And then suddenly, something totally astounding happened.
She slipped her hands into mine. Laced her fingers in between mine. And it felt... breathtaking. I looked at her in shock and she just returned a small sweet smile. I felt as though my heart was soaring! It was extremely wonderful. Oh how I've longed for this moment. After 4 years!
"4 years?" I asked in disbelief. "Wow..."
"Determination does pay off," he grinned happily.
So she said, "I'll meet you at the Great Hall at ten." And although her cheeks were tear-stained and her eyes were red, when she smiled, it was the most stunning smile there ever was. As though she reserves it for only one person. And just then, I swore to be the only person who she will give that look to, forever and always. No matter what happens, I promised myself to be there for her, to protect her and if I have to, give my life for her.
"The end!" he ended with a flourish.