Lily: Okay, yeah, I LOVE James! I have loving feelings for James. But does that mean I’m IN love with him? No-
Lily: Oh my god. I’m in love with James
Lily: [To the girls] Why didn’t you guys tell me?
Marlene: We thought you knew
Have a Biscuit
No matter how many biscuits it took, Minerva was too invested in James Potter’s relationship with Lily Evans to tell him that he needed to stop eating all her biscuits.Otherwise known as “Jily from Minerva’s POV” for Week 3 of Jilytober.
James Potter had been in Minerva’s office for over an hour. He’d come in originally ranting about the homework Professor Anya has given in runes for over the summer (“Professor it’s just not fair, runes isn’t even applicable to today’s society”) but the topic had quickly diverted into both of their favorite subjects: quidditch. Minerva didn’t mind, James always kept her awake with his constant babbling. Currently, he was giving her a play-by-play of his work out regimes that he’d copied off the Foulmouth Falcons. He was so into his own head that his hands were flying in every direction and his hazel eyes were bright with promise.
Smiling, Minerva grabbed his biscuit tin and passed it to the young Gryffindor, “Have a biscuit Potter.”
James is an idiot but Lily kinda likes it.
INSPIRED BY THE TIME WHEN RON ASKED FLEUR TO THE YULE BALL.
Remus was sitting curled up on the Gryffindor common room couch, a knitted blanket covering his knees and a book on his lap. The room was dimly lit, the only thing providing light being the lit up fireplace. Remus leaned his head on a very fluffy, dark maroon pillow, closing his eyes and enjoying the dead silence of the room.
And then he unfortunately realized it was all way too silent.
And indeed it was, because about no more than two seconds later, Sirius and Peter rushed into the room, both holding James by the waist, his arms draped around the two boys’ shoulders.
“Step aside, everyone, we have an emergency!” Sirius yelled to no-one in particular, as Remus was alone in the common room. He frowned, putting his book down and scooting to make space on the couch. “Make way, make way!”
The two boys lied James carefully next to Remus. He looked helpless and a bit sick, eyes staring off into a nonexistent distance. Peter kneeled in front of him while Sirius sat down on the carpet, next to Remus.
“What happened to him?” Remus asked, gently pressing his palm to James’ forehead to check if he was warm.
“He asked Evans on a date,” Peter explained. Remus raised his eyebrows, in surprise.
James muttered something, something that sounded very much like gibberish.
“W-what happened, then?” Remus insisted. James continued muttering Merlin-knows-what silently, looking stunned and more than a little traumatised.
“And it was all going well,” Sirius took over. “He was walking up to her confidently, flowers in hand, preparing to ask her to go to Hogsmeade with him this weekend.” Remus nodded.
“So he asked. And just as she was about to answer, he offered her the flowers, and…” Sirius trailed off. Remus frowned.
“…She said no?” he asked. James laughed incredulously from beside him.
“Not only did she say no,” he said, his voice a bit slurred.
“She threw the flowers at his face, yelling You are such an arse, James Potter!” Sirius said, with a high pitched voice, mocking Lily. Remus put a hand over his mouth, to hide his smile.
“What did you say to her? How did you ask her?” he asked James, his hand sliding off his face.
“I-I just said Would you go on a date with me this Hogsmeade weekend?” James said, his voice shaking. Remus cocked his head in bewilderment.
“Was she… with a boy?” James winced. “Or– or a teacher?”
James shook his head.
“She was alone.”
“Maybe… Maybe she was in a bad mood, or–”
Sirius chuckled, putting a hand on Remus’ knee. “Ask him what type of flowers he gave her,” he whispered, leaning towards him. Remus widened his eyes with sudden shock.
“James, you didn’t–”
“Oh, he did,” Peter said, summoning a cup of water and handing it to James. Remus covered his mouth with his hands again, this time in shock.
“You really are an arse, Prongs,” he whispered. “Why would you do that?”
James squeezed his eyes closed, groaning. “I didn’t know! I swear I didn’t! I was at the Floriblunders Florist and I met Madam Rosmerta there and she said those ones looked lovely,” he whined.
“And James, you absolute buffoon, you didn’t bother to ask what they were?” asked Sirius, propping his head up on his hand.
“I-I just… I,” James blabbered, looking exhausted. He threw his head back, sighing as loudly and dramatically as possible.
“You need to apologize,” Remus said. “Merlin, you idiot, I can’t believe you actually gave Lily, lilies.” He laughed shortly and loudly.
At that, Sirius started giggling next to him, which soon turned into full-on laughter. Peter snickered while Remus pressed his lips together to keep himself from joining in.
“You’re all gigantic pricks,” James groaned, burying his face in his hands further.
“Hey, Rem, wanna go on a date with me this weekend? We can stay out late and watch the moon if you’d like!” Sirius muttered through laughs. Remus blushed violently, throwing a pillow at him (which only made Sirius laugh harder.)
“Right,” Peter said, “we need to fix this.”
“He’s a lost cause, Wormy,” said Sirius, patting James’ leg half-heartedly. “Nothing can be done.”
Suddenly, two pairs of footsteps disrupted their silence, approaching rapidly. The four of them looked towards the entrance of the common room to see two girls walking in – one shorter, with shoulder length blonde hair and a smile on her thin lips as she was talking, and one taller, with long, fiery red hair and big, forest green eyes. Lily.
James widened his eyes, “Oh no.”
Once they noticed them, the girls stopped in their tracks and the common room was once again brought to complete silence.
“Are we interrupting something?” the blonde one, Marlene asked, looking rather amused by the scene. James raised his eyebrows.
“Definitely not, ‘Kinney,” Sirius said, smirking.
“Potter, are you okay?” Marlene asked again. Lily pursed her lips, offering him with a look very similar to pity.
“No, no, it’s fine, we were just… I was just…” James continued, making a fool of himself even further. Remus rolled his eyes.
“James is a bit shaken up, is all,” he said, reaching forward to stroke James’ thigh. James hummed.
“Totally.”
Lily tilted her head softly, smiling tentatively at James. James, the idiot, sent a smile back – only his looked a bit pained, weak and quite terrifying.
She grabbed Marlene by the arm, leading her to the girls’ dormitory. “Come on, then.”
James huffed, wishing to be dead right about now. He might consider asking Moony to do him a favor next full moon. After stealing so much of his chocolate, James wouldn’t doubt it for a second that he’d be willing.
Lily stopped, however, to send a look over her shoulder. “See you at Hogsmeade, James,” she said, with her soft, clear voice.
As she closed the door behind her, Sirius laughed loudly, slapping the pillow on his lap. James had a growing smile on his lips, one just as terrifying as the one he was sporting earlier. Only this one glowed with excitement.
“YES!”
OH WAIT THIS IS FANSTATIC
a phone call
“Sorry, wrong number,” he says.
“You know it isn’t,” she says, exasperated, finger wrapped around the telephone cord. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” he tells her, when what he’s actually saying—subtext, there are lines and what he says exists inbetween them—is that he just wanted to hear her voice.
“You couldn’t’ve owled me?” she asks. It’s a good question. It’s the right question and the wrong one at once, because she’s wondering if something’s gone wrong and if it has, there’s nothing to be done for it, she’ll be out the front door and away from Petunia, the harsh reality of it is that she’d pick him over everyone.
“Too late for that,” he says, and it’s another time, he knows this whole conversation is going to be him saying things he doesn’t want to say, might as well’ve kept his mouth shut, might as well’ve not called at all. But that’s wrong, too.
“You’re worrying me.”
“Yep,” he says, “sounds right.”
“James.” She grabs the handset and the bloody cord, steals away into the closet. “What’s wrong?” she asks, with the lights off, about the only time she can.
“It’s nothing, Evans,” and she wants to say, I want it to be, because she wants an excuse to see him, to get out of this house.
Where he’s calling her from, she can’t say. Could be a pub, a muggle house, anywhere. She taught him how to use a phone. The pretext of that was so he could call her.
Where he actually is, in a phonebox with the door open, is in the black that’s more blue and bloody cold, stars out. He needs to hear her. The fact is that the world is a wound that’s festering instead of healing. He’s so brilliant he thought he could fix it. Someone he knew went missing the other day and he can’t help but feeling as though he should be able to stop this, somehow. He knew them. He knew them.
She’s there, legs crossed on the worn-out carpet, worrying at the cord, the tangles. “James,” she says, again. What a nice name he has. What a bad world they live in.
“When are you coming back to school?” he asks.
“Same time as you,” she whispers. She doesn’t want her family to hear.
“That’s too long,” he says, “I want to see you now.”
“I know,” she tells him. “We should get a car.”
“Sirius has a bike,” he says, as if that solves all their problems.
“Yes,” she says, simply, “yes, that’s right.” A pause. “But it’s not very convenient with one of us riding pillion and the other in the sidecar.”
“I don’t know how to drive a car.”
“I’ll teach you.”
“You don’t know how to drive a car.”
“My Dad can teach me.”
“Do you think we’ll have time to do all these things?” he says, abruptly, and she thinks, ah, here we are.
“I don’t know,” she says.
“Jack Springleaf went missing and I don’t know where he is.”
“I know.”
“I knew him,” he says.
“I know.”
“Do you ever wish this wasn’t up to us, Evans? That we could walk away from it?”
“Probably.”
“Probably?”
“I mean, yes. I wish none of this was happening to us.”
“Even this? Even you and me?”
“No,” she says, so quickly that she knows she’s given the game away. She’s barely sixteen and knows with perfect clarity that there’s never going to be anyone else for her. She wished she had time to prove herself right. “No, not that.”
“Me either,” he tells her. She can picture him, leaning against the frame, one leg crossed over the other, hand holding the phone to his ear with the other arm tucked firm against his torso. She wishes she was with him right now.
“When will I see you?” he asks, like they can pretend for a second that they haven’t spent this big gap of time apart, like they live on the same street and he could see her tomorrow if he wanted to, like they’re not going to have to wait another month.
“Maybe tomorrow,” she says. What if she could?
“Mmm,” she can hear him breaking on the other line, “no good.”
“How about next week?” She’s near to crying now.
“Wednesday?”
“Wednesday,” she tells him.
He sighs. “I’ll see you in September, Evans.”
She leans into the coats, musty smelling and pilly, thinks she could fall all the way to Narnia if she wanted, when she was little she used to close her eyes against the absolute darkness and wait for something to happen, even when it got too hot. “See you then, Potter,” she tells him. He swallows.
The line goes dead.
this is stunning
I want a relationship where we can get drunk at midnight, just the two of us, and sit up talking and making out all night, and go to the beach at four in the morning. I want someone who’s down for adventure. I want someone who will go camping with me, and boating, and fishing, and travel. I want someone who wants me for life. I want passion that doesn’t burn out.
