Love
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'Oh, Sirius,' James said, grinning, as he fell back on the grass. 'I think I'm in love.'
Sirius chuckled as he watched the redheaded-whirlwind of fury stalking away from them, back up to the castle.
'Pity, that,' Sirius said.
'Pity? Sirius, I'm in love! On what level is that a pity?'
'It's a pity that you couldn't have chosen someone, in your five years of education, who actually enjoyed your tricks, and your manly Quidditch physique,' Sirius explained. 'It's a pity that you had to choose Lily, of all people, who actually might be the one person, with the exception of Slytherins because they don't count, who really despises you. That, my friend, is the pity.'
'I don't care,' James grinned, propping his head up on his hands and staring up to the few clouds that dared to stray across his sky that day.
Sirius looked at James and chuckled. There was not a single part of that young man that was concerned by the fact that Lily Evans seemed to hate him with some kind of vengeance. James lay there, on the grass, completely content in the knowledge that some day, that woman would be his wife, and they would, each for the other, be the loves of their life.
