James Potter
Merlin, she's looking at me! Lily Evans is looking at me! Calm yourself, Prongs; Keep it together! But oh Merlin, her eyes are beautiful. Those long, dense eyelashes framing her bright green eyes, so thoughtful and intelligent. Oh, pull it together! I sound like a girl. Rhapsodizing about her eyes, it's pathetic. I'm pathetic. How on earth could this happen to me, of all people? I am James Potter, Quidditch Captain, leader of the Marauders, and certified BAMF. I don't wax poetic about a bird's eyes. Her tits, maybe. But her eyes? I've officially gone off my rocker.
Fuck. I mean, I've always liked Lily Evans. Everyone knows I like Lily Evans. I've liked her since I spoke to her on the train in fist year. She was the first girl to resist my interest. Since then, everything I've done has been all for her, to catch her attention. First, it was the pranks. It started off tame, with the hair pulling and the name calling. I slowly escalated to full-on stunts, pulling out everything I had to make her look at me. Like that one time in fourth year I stole all her panties and charmed them to hang above everybody's heads at dinner. Or in third year, when I set her Transfiguration essay on fire. That was classic.
But all of my pranks were light-hearted. I never hurt anybody (at least not intentionally). That is, of course until things got bad. Last year, when I hung Snivellus up with his own spell and he called Lily a… Anyway. She was mad. Fuck, she still is mad. But at least they stopped hanging out all the time. That was an ill-advised friendship in the first place. I did her a favor. I just wanted her to look at me… like she's doing right now. Still.
Why is she staring at me like that? Do I have something funny on my face? Better check. Nope, nothing on my face. But why is she still looking at me? Lily Evans never looks at me that way. Like… like she doesn't hate me. But that's not possible. Just like everyone knows I like Lily, everyone knows she despises me. You know, I think she's just afraid that I only like her because she doesn't like me. Which is ridiculous. I will never stop lov... liking Lily Evans. Why would I?
Lily Evans is perfect. She's smart (probably the smartest witch I know), she's funny, she always has something to say, she has her own ideas and opinions, she's not afraid to stand up to me. And that's not even mentioning how bloody gorgeous she is. Her hair, all curly and wild and just so red, and her eyes, the green providing the perfect contrast. Her skin is white and spotless, but when she blushes, her entire face turns the color of her hair. It's adorable. And her body… Merlin, her body…
Oookay, best not think about Lily Evans's body in the middle of Charms Class. Bad plan. But anyway, she's perfect. I don't even just want her so I can shag her! Well, it's certainly part of it, but I actually like her personality… And James Potter does not like girls for their personalities. I just want… Merlin, I don't even know. I mean, we're sixteen bloody years old. Sixteen is not bloody old enough to think about… to think about… whatever I'm thinking about. Bloody hell.