A/N: Hey, guys. Sorry it's been forever since I updated. I'm sick, though, so I figured 'Hey. Why should I just lay here willowing in self despair when I could be writing?'
Hope you like it. I don't think I do at all. I just needed a filler chapter. It makes Lily look like some -lovesick teen – it's rather annoying, really. Oh well. Here goes.
Anyways,
DarlingILoveYou
Chapter:
It has been 22 days and 23 hours since I've seen the James Potter. It is – I look at the clock – 4 pm. I've had no physical contact with the outside world.
I'm going mental.
I'm going back to sleep.
I wake up. I look at the calendar. It is December 23rd at – I look at the clock – 11 pm.
I'm going mental.
I'm going to back to sleep.
I wake up. I look at the clock. It's 9 am. I look at the calendar. It's December 24th. I'm hugry. My belly hurts. I feel like I'm going to retch. I haven't talked to James in 23 days and 9 hours. No contact with outside world.
I'm going mental.
I'm going back to sleep.
I wake up. I look at the clock. It's noon. I look at the calendar. It's December 24th.
I'm going mental.
I HAVE TO TALK TO HIM.
For the first time in what felt like a week – and probably was – I got out of bed. I searched for a quill and spare parchment. Finding them, I sat at the desk room, poising my quill and thought about what to write.
…What was I supposed to say? 'Oh, hey, James. I haven't talked to you in 24 days and 9 hours – figured I'd say hi.' No? Okay, well how about 'I'm going mental because I can't talk to you regularly.' Wait, what? That's too desperate, you say? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITE, THEN?
I heard a clicking sound on the window and looked over. There, standing on my window sill, was the single most beautiful bird I'd seen in my life. It was blindingly-white, and it had a letter tied to its foot. I jumped up and threw open the window.
"Well, hello there, pretty!" I cooed. "Yes, you are, aren't you? Very pretty." I went to the pantry and got out some Owlo's. I got down a bowl from my cabinet and poured some in it. I then untied my letter and gave the gorgeous bird it's treats.
The letter read:
Lily,
It's been nearly a month since we've spoken. This is the first time I've had a moment to myself since I've been home. And I don't blame you for not writing – seeing as how you've most likely been taking care of the blokes lining up for you.
I was wondering if you were still available for tomorrow, or if any eligible afore mentioned blokes had managed to sweep you off your feet.
If you still don't have plans, and are still alive, you can come any time between now , and tomorrow at six. Bring something nice for tomorrow – we always have a party, and this year, you will be my date.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS!
Love,
James Potter
CONFUSION.
Firstly, he'd known it'd been a month. Was he keeping track, like I was? Or, did he just check the date?
Secondly, blokes lining up for me? Did he mean to imply I'm fanciable(Microsoft Word says that's not a word, but I'm using it, anyway)?
Thirdly, he mentions the idea of me being with someone else twice. Is he hinting that he's no longer interested, or merely looking for confirmation that I was still single?
Fourthly, he's making sure I'm still alive. So, is this a pity letter, or is he blaming me for not writing, wven though he said he didn't?
Fifly, he tells me the times when I can come, which means he took the time to check first.
Sixthly, he told me I'm going with him to his party. Are we going as friends or as a couple? And, if we're going as friends, why did he call me his 'date'?
Seventhly, he said 'Happy Christmas'. If he had wanted me to come, he would've waited until I came to say it, wouldn't he have? Or was he saying it just in case I couldn't make it?
Eighthly, he signed his name with 'Love,' instead of 'Your friend' or something. Did he mean something by it, or did he usually sign his name like that?
Time to write back.
My letter reads:
James,
I feel the same way. Busy, busy, busy, all the time. As for my suitors, they are endless – but, I told them I was unavailable for Christmas. –rolls eyes– Honestly, sometimes, you're such a tosser.
I would be honored to accompany you to your party.
Love,
Lily Evans
P.S. I'll come in about 20 minutes, if that's alright.
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