Time With James

[Lily Evans]

Lily sighed a little, wondering what this year was going to be like, wondering what all sorts of crazy crap was going to be there, but lately she had her eyes on James, he seemed to be changing before her eyes, no longer the jerk she knew he was turning into a man, a very nice man, someone she would fancy seeing herself with. She sighed happily as she saw him and smiled. "Hello James"

[James Potter]

What am I forgetting? James Potter racked his mind for any idea of what was missing here. Good looks, check. Charm, check. Unwrinkled robes, check. For the moment he shrugged it off and blankly stared into the tall mirror standing before him. He looked good, no doubt about that one. Then again, he looked good all along, even since he was first conceived. Strike that, James Potter looked good even when he was only an idea. Best idea anyone had ever thought of at that. Speaking of ideas, his mind wandered to an open invitation to meet with the one and only Evans. Merlin did she have something up her skirt, lately she'd actually been nice to him. Why did she want to meet with him? Probably to tell him off about something he'd done, but he hadn't done anything to her recently. He had set fire to someone's hair in Charms, but that wasn't Lils, was it? Damnit, he prayed not.

James gently polished his Head Boy badge and scrutinized it closely for the first time. All summer long, Sirius had antagonized him about winning such a title. Several times, James threatened to send him back to his moronic mother. Rem, of course, had nothing but acknowledging words. Maybe that's why Lily wanted to see him. He was pleased (to say the least) that she was Head Girl and this gave him ever more excuses to see her. His hazel eyes drifted back to the mirror and he fixed the lopsided glasses, now thinking about his hair. Fabulous though it was, it needed a new spiffying. So instead of running just a hand, James put both hands through his hair and was satisfied enough to start walking out of his room. The nagging feeling that he was forgetting something kept pulling the back of his mind, but he tried to ignore little voices in his head.

His parents were not home that day, they'd gone school shopping for their son for the last time. He'd slept 'till noon which resulted in them leaving without him. When he exited his home, he was sure to lock the door. James was starting to become more and more aware about the growing threat of war. But that was for other times to discuss. He felt more . . . airy than usual. Maybe he was on a cloud because Evans actually wanted to be closer than ten yards away. Whatever the case, he quickly apparated out of his front lawn and into Diagon Alley, a bustling street full of shoppes on either side. Apparating, ah the beauty. Of course he was a natural, he was James Potter after all! It's hard for one to imagine that his head was actually deflating; he was still full of himself. The difference was that he knew when to contain it. Even James couldn't help but grin as everyone stared at him that day. They obviously were stunned by his mature new look. Those that were laughing were obviously flattered by his natural beauty.

As he was about to enter the pub determined by Lily, someone pointed to James' legs. What the--. Pants. That's what he was forgetting. His hand slapped heavily into his forehead and he quickly plunged for the wand in his back pocket. "Accio, pants," James muttered, feeling his face growing hotter with every second. He waited for a moment, waving people off and acting as if it was a new trend to go out in your boxers. Luckily it was summer and warm enough to pull off. He had sexy legs, of course he could pull it off. Again, reader, he was James Potter! After a few moments, he saw people jumping to either side of the street and heard the sound of something coming quickly. His pants arrived, but not the ones he had bargained for. Instead, his Gryffindor-spirited plaid pajama pants fell into his lap. Hell, good enough.

After stepping into the pants, James pushed the door open and pulled them up. He spotted the red mass of hair immediately and his already red face turned a shade of crimson. "Hey, Lils." He slid coolly into the booth opposing her.

[Lily Evans]

Lily was thinking so many things had hit her that year, her sister hated her even more now then ever, she was the kind of person that didn't like to get on bad sides or to even speak out of line, but she had to with her damn sister. She kept saying how filthy wizards and witches are, thinking they are better then the muggles. Which over and over again she says only a very few gifted think that because they don't know any better. But now there was something else on her mind, when she heard her name she looked up and smiled some.

"James" She said softly

As she looked into his eyes, she saw his face red as a radish and wondered what he was up to. Looking back at him she saw her green eyes reflecting in his and smiled some "You look worried, I didn't come here to fight or anything, but I wanted to talk to you" She said softly. Lily didn't know what she was going to say to him.

[Lily Evans]

may I just say I didn't write these two posts... for some reason my account has engulfed the old lily's posts....