Later
I decided to take my journal with me to lunch as it would give me a wonderful excuse not to look around at James. As I walked into the Great Hall, I made my way quickly to my usual seat, filled my plate, opened my journal and started doodling. What could I write? Obviously I couldn't write about James because if anyone ever found this I'd simply die of embarrassment. I shuddered at the thought. Then, I remembered Marlene telling me once that writing lists was one of the best ways to get your creative juices flowing. Yes, that's honestly what she said. 'Get your creative juices flowing'. That girl is pure nuts sometimes. I peered back down at my journal and decided to take her advice. Now I simply had to come up with a topic for a list. As I thought I looked out one of the windows and saw Hagrid down at his hut with Fang. Aha! I would write a list of my top ten favourite animals. Magical and non-magical. Here it is:
Lily Evans' Top Ten Magical and Non-Magical Animals
Dog (how adorable are they with the ears and the eyes and the tail wagging???)
Tiger (simply gorgeous)
Deer (they're just so majestic and graceful, they seem to dance rather than run)
Niffler (they're close to a dog and plus, they find valuable things. AND they're so adorable with their long noses!!)
Owl (dead useful and so pretty)
Fish (I don't know why… so don't ask)
Elephant (they still manage to be gorgeous despite their massivity. Yes, massivity. Shut up)
Kangaroo (they're so gentle looking yet very powerful. Wish I was like that)
Kappa (how pretty are they?? I saw them in The Monster Book of Monsters (vicious book, by the way) and I don't know, something about them…)
Bird (I'd love to fly like them, free and everything. I'm dead useless on a broom though)
I read my list over again and gave it a satisfied look. Too absorbed in admiring my new entry, I failed to notice the bench groan slightly as somebody sat down beside me.
"Whatcha got there, Evans?"
I jumped and jerked my head up to see James Potter and his band of followers attempting to catch a glimpse of my journal. I quickly snapped it shut and stood up.
"None of your business, Potter" I said as I grabbed the last of my sandwich and walked out of the entrance hall. I glared at my journal. Why did it have to go and ruin everything?? If it wasn't for my stupid journal, I might've had an enjoyable conversation with James Potter. But if it hadn't been for my journal, James probably would never have come over to talk to me. I love my journal!! Wait, is it possible to love and hate something at the same time? Oh God, I don't know. I walked up to my dorm, grabbed my books, and headed off to transfiguration. I decided to take my journal to class with me, just in case I got bored or finished early.
Later still
Oh thank Merlin I brought my journal. The lesson was a complete review and I was nearly bored out of my mind. I pulled my journal out of my bag and decided to make another list. I cast a glance around the room searching for a topic and my gaze landed on James Potter. Fantastic.
Top Ten Things Lily Evans Likes Loves About the Man Four Seats to Her Right
His hair (it always seems to fall perfectly in his face. You know, framing it and all. Bloody gorgeous)
His eyes (they're just so bloody pretty!! And they make you want to just melt. Right there. Crap, he's looking at me!)
His smile (it just pops up unexpected. And it seems to light up his whole face. And the room. Again with the melting.)
His brains (you'd tend to think he's not that bright given his er, record. But really he's quite brilliant.)
His kindness (you'd think with all the messing around he'd be just an arrogant prick, but he's not fooling me. I've seen him help first years find their way and whatnot)
His loyalty (he's really quite the amazing bloke. Very dedicated to his friends. Wish I was one of them. Gah)
His sense of humour (he's really quite hilarious. I mean, REALLY really hilarious. I laughed so hard I had to run out of the room once)
His laugh (he laughes quite a lot. It's as if he hasn't a care in the world. And with the laugh comes the smile and … cue melting)
His dedication (he's very dedicated. When he starts something, he finishes it. Except with me, unfortunately. I mean, it's obvious why he lost interest. It's me after all)
His body (oh you know it had to be on here somewhere. Look at him! He's bloody gorgeous!! All muscley and toned and delish… cue melting)
I looked at my list and then back at Potter. The very moment he decided to chuck a ball of paper at my head. It hit me in the nose. Fab, I look like the world's biggest loser. Nevertheless, I uncrumpled it and read it.
What are you up to, Evans? You can't still be working on this rubbish. It's all review!
I scribbled a response and watched as another one appeared in front of me.
None of your business.
Sure about that?
Oh bloody hell, he'd seen it! He'd seen my list! Shit shit shit shit shit. Wait, there's no way he could've seen it. He's four desks away.
Yes I'm sure. Now what do you want?
Oh nothing. Just thought you'd be as bored as I am right now.
If you're bored, why don't you send funny little notes about whatever girl you pulled last night to your mates, the Marauders?
Ouch, that one hurt. Someone's a little touchy today.
Oh shut up.
Fine.
Brilliant. I had just been horrible to him. I felt bad, but it's not as if I could write a new note, chuck it at his head and apologize profusely. No, that would just look stupid.