#lily008

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Where: Fifth floor corridor, 10:36 pm. With: James & @bloomingevans​

In light of things—James didn’t want to believe the rumours. There was that stark tension that stood between both Head Students that could’ve rivalled their days when loathing seemed to be the most likely excuse for how they felt about one another. But now it was deeper—at least it was for James. Now it risked something far more, something he wasn’t willing to risk; losing her. In whatever capacity she was willing to give herself to him at any manner, he didn’t want to purposely screw things up with Lily. His track record proved that was inevitable.

Hands pocketed, stolen glances to his partner—the word holding so many more meanings than it had in the simplistic sense before Christmas break, as his jaw clenched. An abandoned hall, surely, it would’ve been best when they were alone, when no one could stumble upon them. She was as fiery as the day he’d set his sights on her, one of the things he found admirable about her: when it came to fighting for what she felt was right, Lily would do the justly thing. But it now conflicted with James, in a stark sense that he had that hero complex, a terrible notion bestowed upon most Potters to do and be the name sung high above the clouds.

When in doubt, remember most Potter men were flat out moronic when unnecessary. “Why—“ He finally broke the silence, sharp tone stalled in the silence, the drafty feeling of the corridor barely lit by the passing torches as he slowed his steps. “Why would you go after Florence?” He asked her sharply. James had his own transgressions, his own moment when he lost control. Someone was pushing them all to the brink without being able to come back, and he met that with the sniveling greasehead Snape. “Why did you get tied up with her, she’s going to make a mess of this—“ More than she had, the bandage on James’ head made it clear she’d done enough work for it to leave a lasting impression.