Wordle #216 - Prick (Jan 21)
Wordle #217 - Wince (Jan 22)
"Potter."
"Evans," he said with an acknowledging nod.
Only, Lily wasn't looking for acknowledgement, but an explanation. An explanation as to why only three weeks after promising he would be on his best behaviour he had skipped his nightly patrols. Despite all of Lily's emphasis on why Patrols were even more important in light of the growing tensions.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Care to explain where you were last night Potter?"
He winced a little under her glare, and that's when a few scratches on his arms caught her eye.
"What are all these scratches?" she asked with a frown, as Potter's ears went red. "Oh - that's just - it's nothing."
Out of nowhere there was a sudden onslaught of images in Lily's brain; James Potter leaning languidly against the wall, his lips busy on a beautiful girl's neck as her long nails scratched all over his body. For a second, she imagined herself being the girl.
Merlin's underpants, what was wrong with her?
"Look," she began in a severely annoyed tone, "I don't care what fun thing you decided was more important than patrols. As the head boy I expect you to have more responsibility. How immature -."
"All right, I get it," he cut in coldly. "Don't need a lecture from you at 8 am. If you'll excuse me, I have classes to attend, you know, the ones responsible people go to." And with that he pushed past her.
"That guy is such a prick," Lily muttered under her breath.