Disclaimer: For the rest of all these chapters, I don't own Harry Potter.
So, I've been in the doctors for the past three weeks. The first week was for my legs, as the athletic trainers were worried that there was a stress fracture in my shins. So I got an x-ray, and tada, nothing showed up. But the doctor wasn't convinced, so I got a bone scan, and they finally accepted that it's a muscle problem. The second week was for what kind of muscle problem. After that I got the okay to do gymnastics/diving as long as it didn't hurt. I was so excited, but then I got horribly sick the day after the orthopedist appointment. I didn't go to school for a whole week. So then this week, I've been catching up on schoolwork. I'm so terribly sorry; it's just been bad coincidences after each other. Then I looked at the chapter I had started to write, and completely hated it, so let's see if I finish it today, Sunday.
Dear James,
Lily paused, biting on the edge of the quill. It was the day before sixth year ended, and she just needed to write things out.
You started to date Michelle six months ago. You guys seem pretty much engaged, or as everyone thinks that. You guys spend every waking moment together and seem to be the happiest couple of Hogwarts. Congrats.
I started to like seven months ago. I was just too afraid to do anything. I'm sorry, and I regret it. Even after your confession of still liking me, possibly even loving me, I don't know- I was being a chicken. If I could go back in time and- well I have to face it. I can't ponder these things forever. I need to get over this, get over you, more like it.
Amos Diggory asked me out yesterday, just so you know. I think I'll say yes. It's a polite thing to do, right? I don't know though, he's not… well, he's not you. I guess we'll see.
I wonder if you even know that I- well you know. We call each other best friends, but you have been bloody dense.
You also told me that you wanted to become Head next year. So do I, obviously. I don't think I could handle it. I think it's best if I just forget about you this summer. So goodbye James. You've been the best friend I've ever had. I wish you love.
Lily
P.S. I love you.
Lily folded the letter into thirds and wrote James the outside of the parchment. She placed it carefully on her desk in her dormitory and left satisfied. She left to find Amos to agree to a date, but somehow, she wouldn't find him and retire back her dormitory, where she found the letter gone.
Cookies to the person who gets the Beatles allusion(: