The wrong side of the bed
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James was in a bad mood when he stormed into the Great Hall for breakfast. He'd overslept, none of his so-called "friends" had bothered to wake him up, he hadn't had time to shower, and was wearing yesterday's robes. Overall it was shaping up to be quite a bad day.
By the time he turned up to Herbology his mood had, if possible, disintegrated even more. Having had to rush his breakfast, he now had a horrible stomach ache. After a second of switching on the infamous Potter Charm to prevent anybody noticing, firstly his bad mood and secondly his lateness, he looked around for a seat. Luckily there was one left, unluckily, it was next to Lily Evans. Normally, this would cheer him up, but he really wasn't in the mood, for snide comments and put-downs. He walked to the seat quickly and slid in without a word.
"No Potter, the seat isn't taken, thank you so much for asking me, it's moments like this when I feel you really respect me as a person and not as a piece of ass."
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit Evans."
"That's why that is what we call, in the intellectual circle, irony"
"My, my, what a complex word for a little girl."
"No, patronising is a complex word Potter." Lily replied smugly. To her surprise James groaned and banged his head down of the desk.
"Someone evidently got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning."
In reply James moaned and swatted at her with one hand. He missed. Lily was about to swallow her pride and ask if he was actually feeling okay, when the professor walked in and the class began.
"Good morning class." Said Professor Sprout, "Now, as you will be aware, unless you are completely oblivious to the goings on within this school, you are in the first year of your NEWTS. This therefore means coursework." This statement was greeted with a groan.
Professor Sprout then went on to tell them the rough outline of what was expected of them over the next two years and what they would be studying. Put briefly, it lasted for the majority of class. During that hour, Lily took studious notes and James daydreamed. Finally the bell rang and there was a general rush for bags and the door.
"Before you all go." Professor Sprout was a short, tubby woman, but she had a voice that could be heard through a hurricane. "To get you into the coursework mood, you'll be spending the next fortnight working on a project in pairs. As you are all clearly so pressed for time, you'll just have to pair with the person you were sitting with, incidentally, the seats you sat at today will be your seats for the rest of the term.
James couldn't see clearly through the crowd, but he was pretty sure he saw Lily sit down and start to cry. Truth be told, however much he loved the redhead, he wasn't best pleased either.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur and the next thing Lily knew she was in the Great Hall squashed between her friends and eating lunch.
Now, any rumours that Lily was a quiet person with a shy disposition, were wrong. She was normally, at least when she was around people she knew, loud and talked constantly. Therefore her stony silence was a sure indicator to her friends that something was wrong.
"So spill." Said Paige through a mouthful of food.
"Spill what?" Spat Lily, stabbing her steak and kidney pudding like it was Potter's head.
"What happened to make you in such a bad mood."
"Sprout happened."
"Ahh, the project."
"How do you know about that?" exploded Lily, "You don't even take Herbology!"
"Lil, you sat down in the middle of class and cried. That kind of thing spreads."
"Wasn't crying."
"Sure, you just sprayed water on your face, by the way James wants you two to meet up-"
"Tell that self centred prick I will never go out with him!"
"-in the library to work on the project." Paige finished calmly. "If it makes you feel better he didn't look to thrilled either."
"No that doesn't make me feel bloody better!"
"Why not?"
"Because it just doesn't okay!"
"So, James isn't allowed to go out with you, but he isn't allowed not to fancy you?"
"Does that make me sound self centred?"
"No, it just sounds like someone has a little crush."
Lily let out a cross between the sound someone makes when they're being strangled and a scream, got up, and stormed out.
"6 o'clock in the library." Paige called out after her.
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