"Bloody Hell Prongs, why do you have to drag me here, do you honestly think I give a damn about books?" the voice of the young man seemed to echo through the walls of the bookshop, oh yes needless to say Sirius Black was never the soft spoken one. What was the use of being quiet in life? And what was the use of books? Nothing but jumbled up words.
The faint bell above the door went off as the two boys entered, finally the second speaking, "Shut it Sirius," he said, rolling his eyes, not exactly impressed by his constant complaining, "I told you I got to get a book for my mu-" the voice of James Potter quickly cut out, as his jaw dropped. Her. Her of all people. Why did she have to be there.
The red hair was a dead giveaway; it would take a complete idiot not to know it was her. Not to know it was Lily Evans. Parts of him wanted to run over there, bring her into an embrace, and simply feel her warm touch. Refraining from doing so was probably one of the hardest things he had ever done. But Lily wasn't his anymore. It was all over with, and why? A stupid pathetic fight that could of been resolved quickly, if either one of them were to step up. If either one of them ignored their own pride, or stubbornness it would have all been over with now. And that fight would have been nothing more than a stupid little argument.
But of course, there are always times when it's so much easier to stay mad, than to admit your wrong. And apparently that night was one of those times. Maybe if he had just called her everything would have been that much easier, but why should he? Couldn't she for once attempt to resolve it? Admit for once that she was wrong. And by far, those four months had been the longest four months of his life. After nearly seven years he had attempted to gain her heart, and no more than six months after she finally managed to say yes everything that could go wrong did. And their relationship was now in the past, behind the both of them, no matter how much his heart still craved for her. Of course that little monster of jealousy seemed to rip at his insides at that moment. Even if Amos wasn't there, the fact that him and Lily were now dating seemed to anger the poor young man's soul. And well, he hated her for the fact that she had seemed to move on so quickly. It's amazing how simple it is to feel such great feelings of love and hate towards a person all at the same time.
"Oh dammit…" Sirius muttered to himself also catching view of the red head. James' reaction was all a great unknown to him. The past four months, had been well, rather interesting nonetheless. Of course, Remus and Sirius had to deal with the grieving boy. Peter wasn't exactly much help in that category. The two had basically come up with what they liked to call, 'The Stages of James Potter'. Original title no?
Stage one was an interesting stage. Commonly titled, 'Denial and False Beliefs'. Oh yes, this probably lasted about a week, and generally involved a rather furious James, completely positive she'd come crawling back, begging for forgiveness, admitting it had all been her fault. Remus knew Lily well enough to know James was holding onto a false belief, after all Lily was never one to come crawling back begging for forgiveness.
Stage two was by far Sirius' least favorite, and well Sirius' commonly referred to it as 'If he doesn't snap out of this, I'm going to Kill him.' The less- well 'vague' name for this stage could be the 'Drunken, grieving James.' Oh yes, this stage was interesting. Involved a lot of complaining on James' part, and a lot of Fire Whiskey. Somehow Sirius had always been the one to deal with James in the drunken state, where the man seemed to believe his whole world had come crashing down.
That brings us to stage three, otherwise known as the 'I don't need her anyways Stage'. Finally the stage when James had begun to force himself to move on. It was over and done with; she hadn't tried to make things work, so obviously she couldn't of cared much anyways. Why should he, if she obviously didn't? Lily Evans would be nothing more than a name to him, which came to his mind more than he'd like to admit to. But at that point, he'd admit to the fact he was over her. Wasted more than seven years of his life on her, but he was over her. He strongly believed that fact, until that moment. That single moment when his hazel eyes locked on the red head.