Chapter 6- Two of a Kind
Lily was not speaking to James. She had been grounded for the rest of the holidays thanks to him. Obviously she didn't blame him for her getting drunk. That was her fault, but he didn't have to take her home drunk, he could have easily sobered her up with a simple charm. How many times had he done that for Sirius? But, of course he hadn't thought of that. And of course he hadn't thought of a spell to stop her reeking of smoke. And now she was grounded until September, she was going to kick his arse next time they met.
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James could not help feeling guilty. He could have sobered her up easily with a spell. He had done it for Sirius a million times before. Why hadn't he thought of it at the time? It was so obvious afterwards. The alcohol had affected him more than he thought it had. He had woken up in Sirius's living room. He remembered that he had planned to return there rather than to go home and face his parents, drunk. But he had no memory at all of getting there.
He had written to Lily, but she had sent his owl back without a reply. He could not blame her for being angry with him, but if she would not talk to him he had no way of apologizing. Unless............
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Lily was flicking through a magazine in her lounge. Everyone had gone out and left her behind. Her parents were still furious with her and Petunia was making the most of being the favourite child. She jumped about four- foot in the air when she heard the fire crackle in front of her and saw James's head appear.
"What the hell are you doing?" She yelled at him, kneeling don in front of her fire place.
"I'm trying to say sorry," he told her. "If I'd have thought more you wouldn't be in so much trouble."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because you're cute when you're drunk!" he smiled his trademark grin, this quickly died as she glared at him. "Because I was drunk too! I'd had twice as much as you and you still expect me to be able to think straight?"
Despite herself, Lily could not be too angry with him, he did make a fair point, he'd continued to drink long after she had stopped.
"Fine, I'm not pissed at you anymore. But that doesn't mean I like you," She stated.
"I know, I know," he grinned. "See you at school,"
"Bye,"
After that they both felt better. James was relieved that she was not mad aat him and Lily felt that she could easily go for the rest of the holidays being grounded. It didn't matter anymore.
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James backed out of the fire and as he had hangover he tried to find coffee. He stumbled over the remains of Sirius's flat, the party had obviously picked up after he and Lily had left. He staggered into the kitchen and was eating at the table when he realised that he wasn't alone. There was a very pretty girl sitting opposite him.
No doubt something to do with Sirius.
"Hi. I'm James," he introduced himself.
"Rachel,"
They made casual conversation until she got up to get changed. She had on a large black t-shirt that looked all right to James. He was about to ask her why she needed to get changed when she stood up and revealed that that was all she was wearing.
It was defiantly something to do with Sirius.
No wonder her shirt was so big, it didn't belong to her.
James finished eating and went up to the bathroom, bumping into Sirius on the way. He took the opportunity to ask him about Rachel.
"Who's the new girl?" he asked.
"Girl?" Sirius asked confused.
"Yes," replied James amused, "You know, tall, long brown hair, Rachel......ringing any bells?"
"No,"
"Well she's in your kitchen wearing your shirt,"
"My shirt?"
"I'm guessing you slept with her last night,"
"I did?"
"It couldn't have been that good then," James smirked.
"Hey!" Sirius replied, insulted. But the expression on his face said that he still had no idea.
"You know what? It doesn't matter, just go talk to her,"
"Right. Erm........."
"RACHEL!" James shouted exasperated. Why did he get the feeling he wasn't the only one who couldn't remember what he did last night?
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James sighed. Him and Sirius were two of a kind. There was no doubt about that and he loved it. They had quickly become popular and infamous at Hogwarts; the girls there loved them. Potter and Black were the very best catches in Hogwarts. Being with them meant instant popularity, not that the girls they chose needed it: the girls they chose were always the prettiest or the most popular. Until James had fallen for Lily.
At first Sirius had been mad at him, but as he realised that James, for the first time, had real feelings, he left him alone. He would never be able to get her in a million years, but then, Sirius thought, James always loved a challenge.
He decided to go home and was about to walk into the kitchen to say bye to Sirius when he saw he was a bit busy. James wondered if he had remembered her name yet.
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The rest of the holidays passed in a blur. Lily remained grounded, occasionally apparating out when no one was looking. James could not get her out of his head. They had managed to meet a few times but never for more than an hour. Although they did not know it they both had begun to count down the days until they could return to school.
Lily was not speaking to James. She had been grounded for the rest of the holidays thanks to him. Obviously she didn't blame him for her getting drunk. That was her fault, but he didn't have to take her home drunk, he could have easily sobered her up with a simple charm. How many times had he done that for Sirius? But, of course he hadn't thought of that. And of course he hadn't thought of a spell to stop her reeking of smoke. And now she was grounded until September, she was going to kick his arse next time they met.
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James could not help feeling guilty. He could have sobered her up easily with a spell. He had done it for Sirius a million times before. Why hadn't he thought of it at the time? It was so obvious afterwards. The alcohol had affected him more than he thought it had. He had woken up in Sirius's living room. He remembered that he had planned to return there rather than to go home and face his parents, drunk. But he had no memory at all of getting there.
He had written to Lily, but she had sent his owl back without a reply. He could not blame her for being angry with him, but if she would not talk to him he had no way of apologizing. Unless............
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Lily was flicking through a magazine in her lounge. Everyone had gone out and left her behind. Her parents were still furious with her and Petunia was making the most of being the favourite child. She jumped about four- foot in the air when she heard the fire crackle in front of her and saw James's head appear.
"What the hell are you doing?" She yelled at him, kneeling don in front of her fire place.
"I'm trying to say sorry," he told her. "If I'd have thought more you wouldn't be in so much trouble."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because you're cute when you're drunk!" he smiled his trademark grin, this quickly died as she glared at him. "Because I was drunk too! I'd had twice as much as you and you still expect me to be able to think straight?"
Despite herself, Lily could not be too angry with him, he did make a fair point, he'd continued to drink long after she had stopped.
"Fine, I'm not pissed at you anymore. But that doesn't mean I like you," She stated.
"I know, I know," he grinned. "See you at school,"
"Bye,"
After that they both felt better. James was relieved that she was not mad aat him and Lily felt that she could easily go for the rest of the holidays being grounded. It didn't matter anymore.
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James backed out of the fire and as he had hangover he tried to find coffee. He stumbled over the remains of Sirius's flat, the party had obviously picked up after he and Lily had left. He staggered into the kitchen and was eating at the table when he realised that he wasn't alone. There was a very pretty girl sitting opposite him.
No doubt something to do with Sirius.
"Hi. I'm James," he introduced himself.
"Rachel,"
They made casual conversation until she got up to get changed. She had on a large black t-shirt that looked all right to James. He was about to ask her why she needed to get changed when she stood up and revealed that that was all she was wearing.
It was defiantly something to do with Sirius.
No wonder her shirt was so big, it didn't belong to her.
James finished eating and went up to the bathroom, bumping into Sirius on the way. He took the opportunity to ask him about Rachel.
"Who's the new girl?" he asked.
"Girl?" Sirius asked confused.
"Yes," replied James amused, "You know, tall, long brown hair, Rachel......ringing any bells?"
"No,"
"Well she's in your kitchen wearing your shirt,"
"My shirt?"
"I'm guessing you slept with her last night,"
"I did?"
"It couldn't have been that good then," James smirked.
"Hey!" Sirius replied, insulted. But the expression on his face said that he still had no idea.
"You know what? It doesn't matter, just go talk to her,"
"Right. Erm........."
"RACHEL!" James shouted exasperated. Why did he get the feeling he wasn't the only one who couldn't remember what he did last night?
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James sighed. Him and Sirius were two of a kind. There was no doubt about that and he loved it. They had quickly become popular and infamous at Hogwarts; the girls there loved them. Potter and Black were the very best catches in Hogwarts. Being with them meant instant popularity, not that the girls they chose needed it: the girls they chose were always the prettiest or the most popular. Until James had fallen for Lily.
At first Sirius had been mad at him, but as he realised that James, for the first time, had real feelings, he left him alone. He would never be able to get her in a million years, but then, Sirius thought, James always loved a challenge.
He decided to go home and was about to walk into the kitchen to say bye to Sirius when he saw he was a bit busy. James wondered if he had remembered her name yet.
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The rest of the holidays passed in a blur. Lily remained grounded, occasionally apparating out when no one was looking. James could not get her out of his head. They had managed to meet a few times but never for more than an hour. Although they did not know it they both had begun to count down the days until they could return to school.