The low rumble of voices and intermittent laughter filling The Three Broomsticks was a familiar and welcome sound in James' ear as the door swung open and the bell jingled. Looking around, he spotted Sirius, Remus, and Peter sitting together in the corner, with a couple of fifth year girls, all laughing while Sirius gesticulated wildly, butterbeers in hand, 3 firewhiskey shot glasses sitting empty on the table. I could use some firewhiskey right about now, James thought as he clenched his hand, willing the nervous jitters away.
He turned to his right and down a little and noticed Lily's eyelashes, long and blackened with mascara, blinking. He saw the flyaways on the part of her hair, golden red and free. Even when he couldn't see her full face, she was so beautiful. He couldn't stop himself from reaching down and holding her hand.
The moment he touched her, she turned her face to him and smiled lightly, moving her fingers between his and squeezing a little. Her palm was clammy. His hand stopped shaking, and he felt more confident in himself, knowing that she was nervous, too.
"Butterbeer? Or something a little harder?," he asked.
"You know what? Seems to be the season of trying new things, so fuck it, surprise me!" came Lily. James' eyebrows rose and he couldn't help but smirk his little James Potter smirk.
"You're on."
A/N: Four and a half bloody years. I feel as though I am a completely different person now, but the beauty of these characters is that they haven't aged a day. Glad I found a little inspiration today. Just another James chapter to ease into things, here.
To any of you still using this website and still reading stories, I hope this finds you well. Happy reading!
- Chloe
