LILY KILLED JILY, or Did She?
Chapter 7:
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"It is Your FAULT!"
"How is my fault?"
"IT IS TOTALLY YOUR FAULT...NOW THAT HE WAS GETTING OVER YOU...You want him now,"
"I didn't do anything!"
James came out of his dorm room, his polished broomstick in his hand, and he ran his other hand through his slightly wet hair,
"Your fault, your fault." Mary was standing by the stairs and was pointing his finger at Lily. Everyone was listening, no one missed a girl fight around.
"James, there you are," Lily saw him. "Can you please tell Mary, I was not with you last night!"
James thought, ' technically she was, but she didn't know the stag was me,' "No, she wasn't." He said shortly and headed towards the door.
"James, I am so..." Mary started to say.
"Not now, Quidditch practice." James wanted to keep it as short as possible, he was still tired and now he was hungry and he really didn't feel like getting into this.
"James, you walk out on me," Mary was threatened by Lily so she was threatening James, "We are done."
James stood there for a couple of seconds and then went straight for the door, he didn't make eye contact with either of them, he had to get away from all of this. So much drama, so much paranoia, he needed some time, alone and away from all of it. And frankly Mary wasn't helping. She was being suspicious as if he was out in the middle of the night for the first time.
He thought all the way to the grounds, to the Quidditch pitch, till he reached the grounds. He mounted on his broomstick, and raised up into the air. He was here, where he belonged. The Quidditch pitch was his comfort zone, it was also his excitement, it was his happy place. It was what soothed, made him excited. It was his home. He left his troubles on the ground.
He raised into the air with a smile on his face.
"Hey, Potter, round up here, the quaffles..." James was just flying around the pitch.
"Coming!" He shouted. He placed his hand on the broomstick's handle and raced towards the quaffles. He was a natural at this. His other hand was going through his messy hair. It felt colder with the wind going passing through his jet black, already messy hair.
James changed his route in the directions of the hoops. He felt cold, as he tugged at his sleeve. He forgot to get his jacket with the cat fight in the common room. He didn't knew another fight coming up later.
"You are the most arrogant, and non sensitive person I know!"
James entered the common room, last, he thought it was going to be empty. He came inside from the showers, he was holding his T-shirt in his hands. Mary had a mug in her hands, she threw the at him, it hit him square on the chest. The coffee from the mug was now pouring between his definite and well shaped abs.
"What the bloody hell?'