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After Potter had hurriedly got off me, I turned to Black.
"You are sooo dead."
Giving a high-pitched scream, Black fled Zonkos.
Well, that scared him off.
Grabbing Potter, I pulled him out of Zonkos and away from prying eyes.
"I need to go shopping."
"What?"
"I need to go shopping."
"Why?"
"For the ball."
James shuddered. "I hate balls."
I shrugged and grinned evilly. "Tough."
"Uh oh."
"What?" I asked innocently.
"I don't like that face."
I pouted. "What face?"
"Not that one, the other one."
"Come on." I grinned evilly and tugged his hand. He reluctantly followed.
"What face?"
"That face."
Five minutes later, we arrived outside N-Chanted, the best wizarding clothes shop I know. My best friend, Rachelle, loves it here.
But of course, I'll always be partial to Primark.
We wandered in holding hands.
Until Potter points it out.
Now we're not holding hands.
I look around, spotting the shop owner, Tilda, behind the counter.
"LILY!!!!!" Tilda screamed, launching herself at me.
We fell.
Seriously, I've got to stop this falling over thing.
It's getting really annoying.
Potter looks stunned and shocked.
Believe me Potter, this is definitely not the worst she can do.
But of course, Potter knows all about craziness.
He is crazy himself.
And he lives with Black.
Tilda got off me, and hugging me standing up before asking: "What do you want, Lils darling?"
Potter frowned. He is never allowed to call me Lils without being murdered. Only Tilda and Rachelle are allowed.
"Umm, I want a dress for a ball."
"Hmm……"
"Have you got anything for me?"
Tilda smirked. "Maybe, baby."
Potter raised one eyebrow and coughed.
Probably only just realising he was there, she noticed Ja-Potter.
She smirked. "Ah, what have we here?"
"James Potter."
She smirked at Lily. "Ah, James Potter. I've heard a lot about you."
"Good, I hope."
"Kind of." With a sway of her skirts, Tilda disappeared behind a clothes rack.
I tried avoided Potter's gaze.
I'm not very good at it.
Luckily, Tilda reappeared with a strap green dress, with black high heels.
"Now that is gorgeous." I took the clothes and prodded Ja-Potter over to the changing rooms.
"Wait here." I ordered Potter.
I entered the changing rooms, pulling the curtain across and trying on the dress.
Or trying to try on the dress.
By the time I had got into it, it had a slit up the side and a hole near the neckline.
But, shh, don't tell Tilda.
I came out hesitantly.
James' mouth formed a cute "O" while Tilda rushed up and made me twirl.
"Gorgeous." She proclaimed. She didn't seem to notice the slit. Luckily for me.
I looked at Potter.
He blinked a few times. "Y-yeah, nice."
I frowned disapprovingly. "Just nice? You really need to expand your vocabulary."
James continued to blink.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Y-yeah, I think so." He wavered, clutching a mannequin to try and steady himself.
"Are you sure?" I walked over to him.
I waved a hand across his face.
No response.
Wow. I've never seen Potter lost for words before.
He abruptly fell, blacking out, and knocking over the mannequin, which just happened to be part off the window display.
Tilda and I watched in horror as the entire display fell, like dominoes.
Potter was now covered in confetti, with a hand bag stuck up his armpit.
What a day this is turning out to be.
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