"Have you done the homework for Muggle Studies? I did, but it's not very good…" James put a hand on Lily's arm.
"I'm sure it's better than mine anyway." They wandered down the corridor and into the classroom in an amiable silence and remained quiet until the teacher asked the un-askable:
"Now, who would like to read theirs out?"
And James, of course, did the unthinkable:
"I will Miss."
"Lest I die before mine eyes could see thee,
T'would be a happier day should I die after seeing thee once.
Teach me, thou cruel yet undeniable tempter, to feel
For I have loved and still remain.
Do not lie, thy proud heart shalt deteste thy fair opposition
But thou art the finest I have ever seen.
The world hast grown so dark yet
Thy face glows in the shadows.
Should I speak of thee to thy fellows in the manner I shouldn't,
Though I shalt never slander about thee,
My heart would die, neglected in despair.
Again I say, better it were so,
Should thou love me for one day
Than spend eternity without thee.
Mine eyes and ears do deceive me if they say
Thou art beautiful, but my mind should lie
Lest it says thou art kind.
Let me touch thy face, oh fine one,
Let me hold thy hand against my heart.
Feel my beating pulse, throbbing for you as I yearn.
Thou art wonderful as thy heart doth show,
Thy kind, fantastic heart.
Thou art fair, my dove,
Thou art fair…"
James shuffled back to his seat and stared dumbly at the floor.
Lily sat back in her seat, breathing hard, trying to still her madly fluttering heart.
The whole class gawped.
"That was beautiful, James. Thank-you for that wonderful example. Now, does anyone else feel like presenting their sonnets?" A few people timidly or brashly waved hands in the air and the lesson continued.
Remus poked James's cheek but he remained in a daze.
"I knew it," Remus whispered. "I just knew it."