She's late. What if she doesn't come at all? I should've stayed around to see if she actually was going to meet me instead of running off like that. God, I'm a fucking idiot, James thought to himself as he paced the floor of the Head Office. The noisy common room was only audible when the entrance was open, so it was dead silent in the empty room except for the sound of his school shoes against the wood flooring and his intermittent and obnoxious sighs. Is she going to come?
The room was big. Too big. The ceiling was too high, the walls too far away, The minimal furniture didn't do a good job of filling the space, and while the part of the room nearest the door did its best to appear cozy - rugs, couches, paintings, candles, curtains - the farthest part of the room was barren. It was as if some big piece of furniture had been here previously, and had been taken away. It was uncomfortably bare over here. This is where James paced.
If sitting on the couch facing the door, it would be impossible to know James was even there, but he had checked all possible hiding places upon entering. He didn't want a repeat of before.
She can't be mad at me forever. I mean, she's really really cute when she's mad, but I can't have her be mad at me forever. I need to tell her how much I-
Just then, the door flew open, and in walked an incredibly flustered - and drop dead gorgeous - Lily Evans.
8:01.
"Sorry I'm late."
A/N: Just another little James section. More coming soon (AKA later tonight, gimme an hour or so and you'll have another long chapter, I promise!)
-Chloe
