PROFESSOR EVANS
Lily was infuriated with James.
"You think you own the word! You think everything revolves around you! You think you are a god, but you're NOT!"
Lily growled as James just rolled his eyes and smirked.
"You might want to check with your roommates about it before coming to that conclusion."
Lily eyes the staircase, where she saw her four roommates leaning on the banister, gazing dreamily at James.
"Or perhaps," James continued, "You'd like to find out just how god-like I can be… for yourself."
Lily's eyes opened wide at the appalling suggestion, and she blushed red at the thought.
"I think not." She hissed, looking around to see if anyone heard what James had said.
"Then why are you still here talking to me?" James asked, with an annoying grin on his face.
"Because I am here to teach you something, and I refuse to leave until you learn it, not matter how vulgar you are!" Lily shouted angrily.
"I had no idea I was in class," James countered, "Please Professor Evans, teach me something."
Lily again blushed red, thinking of what that could mean.
"You are a prat." Lily stated, determined to get it through his think skull, "No body likes you." She glanced up at her roommates, now drooling slightly. "Well, at least no one should."
James got up from the couch.
"Well, great lesson, know-it-all. Now are you ready to join me in bed or what?"
Lily's eyes filled with tears of hatred.
"I hate, despise, and loathe you James Potter," she whispered, and then walked out.
