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Chapter 2: My Prince Charming will be…
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing. It would be pretty sick if I did, wouldn't it?
Rating: K+ for mild language and not too much more.
I'm sorry it took me so long to post chapter two. I got busy and then it slipped my mind. I'm going to try to keep updating it fairly regularly now though. Cross your fingers. So here it goes.
Lily Evans walked in her front door behind her parents and sister, and slammed it shut on the sound of James Potter's voice telling her, "Goodnight, love". She walked up the stairs slowly, grabbing the phone on the way up. After dialing the number and listening to the almost mocking ring she heard a friendly voice on the other line. "Hey Lils," it greeted her.
"My life sucks," she responded bluntly.
"Your life sucks?" Cori's voice echoed.
"I just experienced the longest three hours of my entire existence."
"…"
"I was forced to endure a dinner with not only Petunia, Vernon and his obnoxious family, but also James Potter. I'm not sure which was worse."
"How did that happen?"
"Potter came to drop my forgotten bags off and my ever so hospitable father invited him to dinner."
Cori's chuckles could be heard over the phone. Obviously, she did not understand the pure hell that Lily had been forced to endure. "It's not funny!" Lily whined.
"Not to you it's not. To me on the other hand…"
"Why is this so hilarious to you might I ask?
"Because. He tries so hard and you don't give him the time of day. James Potter is irrevocably in love with you-"
"Irrevocably?"
"Yes, irrevocably. And I don't know if you don't see it or don't want to accept it, but I think you like being treated like you're all that."
"I do not! Besides, he is horrible to me. He uses stupid nicknames, he plays immature jokes. How does that prove that he is 'irrevocably in love with me'"?
"He is a teenage guy; he is incapable of romance."
"I do not believe that there isn't a teenage guy on the planet who is capable of being romantic."
"You keep holding out for Prince Charming then."
"I will."
"But remember that James is there, you should give him a chance. You never know maybe he looks like a frog, but if you kiss him he's turn into a prince."
"That was a horrifically corny."
"I do what I can."
From downstairs the earsplitting screech of Petunia Evans devoured the house, "Freak! Get off of the phone!"
"I've gotta go," Lily confessed, "before Petunia decides to kill me."
She heard the finality of the click as she hung up the phone. What was that girl thinking? There was no way that James Potter was her Prince Charming. She pulled out a piece of paper and devised her criteria.
My Prince Charming will be…
Handsome
Intelligent
Funny
Loving
Romantic
Fun to Talk to
She read it over more than once before deciding that it was complete. She slid the scrap of paper into a small envelope and tossed it into her trunk that was preparing for her upcoming return to Hogwarts. As she did so, she thought to herself that James Potter was none of those things.