A/N: Hey, guys. I feel so bad about waiting this long to update but I do have some pretty legitimate reasons and I sincerely hope all you lovely people don't hate me. A very close family member of mine died a few months ago and it's been incredibly hard to deal with and fell right around the time I was making this chapter and I just didn't have it in me or the time to finish it. I felt that I should tell you this because with nearly every story I write there's always a period where I stop posting for one reason or another and I didn't want you to think I had abandoned it. So here is a sneak peek to hold you over until I post the full chapter, it's not much but at least it's something!
Days after James Potter's outburst in The Three Broomsticks, Lily Evans could be found in her small but cozy office located on the far side of the Daily Prophet building. Anyone who passed by the young redhead would think that she was putting forth admirable effort into finishing her article on the changes made at Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Her boss would come in to check on her progress as he did every week. He would be met with the silence of which he would presume was a trait of the hard-working girl before him. He would pat her on the shoulder in a fatherly way then continue with his rounds.
But if one took the time to step into the office in which Lily Evans worked, he would find her silence worrisome and the angry red blotches that spotted her face as a sign that maybe it was not the best time to be near the usually friendly Lily Evans. Her companion, unbeknownst to her, would slowly back out of the small room, closing the door behind him so that if she wished to act on her anger, she would be able to do it in peace.
Upon even closer examination, it would become apparent that, in fact, Lily Evans wasn't working on an article at all. Accepting the advice of her good friend Alice, Lily had entered a Muggle shop near her home and purchased a leather bound journal, dark forest green in color, accompanied by a brown ribbon with which she could mark her place. Lily had filled a little over three-quarters of the journal about a boy.
This boy had made her laugh and cry. He had angered and annoyed her beyond belief. He was her first real kiss, the kind filled with so much passion it was unbearable, but at the same time a gentleness she hadn't expected he possessed. He was most definitely her first lover's quarrel, though she hadn't known at the time. This boy was sarcastic, witty, funny, and brave. He was sweet, kind, and the most loyal friend one could ever have.
He was James Potter, and Lily was furious with him.