Logging on via phone is fun.
Fucking… NOT. IjustwanttospendadayonherewithoutfuckingcomplicationsandreplytoDev.
But I’ll take my time if you want to
And I’ll give you whatever you need
And I’ll wait a lifetime to give it to you
Give in to you
Cool! No need to worry, it’s just a mixture of having no laptop, uni work coming out my arse, and some family stuff. I have another full day today. Ugh. With any luck, my laptop will be okay to use when I get home. This sucks!
One more day and I’ll be able to catch up. I’ll fill you in on Skype tomorrow. So sorry about this! Where are you flying to anyway? I miss you!
Had a rough couple of days.
I’ll talk to you about it when I get on after uni today. Will send your reply, too.
On/off.
I’ve had a crazy couple of days, so bear with me while I multi-task homework!
Weekly Meeting; Lily & James
Another moment of silence passed and Lily went through about five irrelevant complaints before James’ voice was heard. “So how’s life Evans? Been a while since we’ve spoken without wanting to hex each other into oblivion.” His words had a lightness to them, but Lily thought way too hard about everything. Oh you know life’s been just great Potter, because I spend pretty much all of my time trying to tell myself you are the same arrogant git as always and I don’t have any sort of feelings for you at all. So yeah things are just peachy. “Life’s alright I guess, been swamped with N.E.W.T.S. preparation,” Lily paused before continuing a slight smile on her face which she tried to push away, “we haven’t tried to hex each other yet. That’s a good start.”
“Scared of a bit of paperwork? It doesn’t bite. You know Potter, I feel bad for the Head Boy and Head Girl in years previous because it seems like most of the complaints I get like this one for example, sound like things you and the others liked doing. Funny how the times change eh?”
James eyed the ominous pile warily, as if it really might snap at him. It wasn’t that James hated work of any kind. On the contrary, he excelled at whatever form of it he did, just so long as the motivation he possessed lasted long enough for him to do so. He often read at home; certainly when he was younger and was forced to fill in the long days without the Marauders to keep him company. Wasn’t it enough that he actually had to do his homework this year, it being his last and all, without all of this nonsense to occupy his precious time? A big difference existed between reading something worthwhile and looking over petty domestic disputes. Or that was what James thought of them anyway. There had been plenty of times where he had been unfairly treated by other students (having brought it on himself or not), and James had never once complained to the Head Boy and Girl.
To the second part of Lily’s remark, James raised his eyebrows sceptically. “Rubbish,” he disagreed. “No one pulls stunts like we do.” And it was true. The Marauder’s reign of Hogwarts was legendary. James dared anyone else to even try and compare to famous/infamous four. And as much as Lily would deny it, James knew she agreed.
“Well, the night’s still young,” he answered with a sickeningly sweet smile after Lily’s ‘we haven’t tried to hex each other yet.’ He wasn’t wrong either. James and Lily could go from one extreme to the other without a moment’s notice. There was still plenty of opportunities for chaos to ensue.
“Really though, N.E.W.T. preparations already?” James continued in disbelief. “We’re only a month in, for Merlin’s sake. You seriously need a hobby, Evans.” Or a shag, he added as an afterthought. Now that he would happily oblige to. It was just too bad Evans never would. James stared at the seemingly growing pile of paperwork once more and groaned. Never in a million years did he think this would be how he was spending his Saturday nights in his seventh year. He missed gallivanting around the castle with the Marauders and having firewhiskey fuelled parties in the Common Room. If James didn’t think of something worthwhile to do soon he was going to turn into his notoriously bleak father.
Then, without warning, a glorious idea occurred to him.
James knew for a fact he had at least three bottles of firewhiskey up in his trunk. Or last James checked, he did. That was if Sirius hadn’t been drinking the supply without his knowing. Slowly pushing the papers away, James looked at Lily as if to assess the degree of crazy she would react with once he told her his plan. It was worth a shot.
“Doing duties on such a beautiful Saturday night…” James gave a dramatic sigh. “How pathetic. You know, it wouldn’t be as tedious if we weren’t stuck in this room like prisoners. From one Head to another,” – a small smirk began to form on his lips – “what are your feelings on a slight relocation for the night?”
Weekly Meeting; Lily & James
“I sincerely hope you’re not planning to graduate into the entertainment business,” James said casually, strolling into the room and collapsing on a nearby chair. The Gryffindor glanced around the room and was met by piles upon piles of paperwork. James didn’t have to investigate to know what it all was. Point systems, detentions, Quidditch appointments… just more of the same thing he had been doing for the last month. The wizard made a mental note to pinpoint just when he became responsible enough for such a job. However, as tedious as it all was sometimes, he’d never let on to Lily. There would be no more giving her reasons to refuse. James was very adamant about that.
“So,” he feigned a relatively animated tone. “Which enthralling topic should we start with first: appointments or Quidditch timetabling?”
Lily was trying her hardest not to pay attention to the time as the minutes went by and James still hadn’t showed up. She was practically done with the chapter for Potions for the next week and wasn’t sure how much longer she would wait around. In the midst of her focusing in the text, she hadn’t heard James enter the room and when he started talking Lily was startled and she practically fell off of the couch she’d been reading on.
“Bloody hell Potter! What in Merlin’s name do you think you are doing sneaking in on someone like that?!” Lily exclaimed. You really need to stop getting so enveloped in the text whilst waiting. Before she even thought about what he had said to her she quickly added, “And where have you been? I’ve been waiting for practically twenty minutes. We could have gotten a quarter of this done by now!” Then his comment registered in her mind and she shot him a glare, “Excuse me but I reckon you are the last person on this earth that should be commenting on anyone’s singing capabilities. You sound like the merpeople when they are heard out of the water.” Lily chuckled at her own retort and looked at the stacks of papers piled on the table in front of her, not looking forward to writing out all the paperwork.
As much as Lily loved being head girl, sometimes she just wished she could get someone to do all the paperwork for her. Merlin knows James hated doing it even more than she did, but it had to get done and two brains were better than one. “Well we can start with the timetables and then work on the appointments, it’ll be more organised that way.” Lily grabbed her wand and cut the stack of Quidditch papers in half levitating one of the stacks over and onto the table in front of James and then sent a quill and ink well over as well. “You do realise we are going to be here even later now that you were so late right?” Lily hadn’t turned off the music that was playing but the level was decreased so she could hear what James had to say.
“Bloody hell Potter! What in Merlin’s name do you think you are doing sneaking in on someone like that?! And where have you been? I’ve been waiting for practically twenty minutes. We could have gotten a quarter of this done by now!”
James tried to stifle a grin at Lily’s reaction to his arrival. Someone was clearly far too engrossed in homework for their own good. She did, however, have a point about having majority of the work done by now. Not that James was going to tell her that. As for why he was late… well that he was going to have to improvise. Somehow, simply saying, ‘I was proving a point to Sirius to purposely avoid this sodding job’ to Lily Evans wasn’t going to brighten her already snappy mood.
“I had to sort out some Quidditch things,” James said easily to avoid incurring her wrath. Technically, he was sorting out some Quidditch things… it just had nothing to do with the Gryffindor team, per se. But Lily didn’t need to know that either. James smiled a little to himself as he realised just how much he refrained from saying to Lily Evans.
When the redhead made a snarky remark about his own singing voice, James tried not to laugh. She was right, of course. That’s what made it so damn funny. James didn’t have enough fingers to count the amount of times his friends had teased him for trying to imitate the perfect voice of John Lennon. The Beatles were one of the few muggle bands James knew and actually liked. The Gryffindor inhaled sharply, pretending to be hurt by Lily’s remark.
“Well that’s just rude, Evans.”
James looked up from the pile of papers at Lily, who he noticed was chuckling at her own joke. A smile formed at the corner of his lips at the sight. He took in just how pretty she looked: red hair tied effortlessly into a low ponytail, the slight traces of makeup she wore enhancing her features perfectly without covering them, her tie loosened ever so slightly, skirt hitched just before the middle of her thigh… James swallowed thickly and forced himself to look away before she noticed. The Head Boy watched Lily magically sort out the piles of paperwork. As it settled down in front of him, James eyed it with as much contempt as he could muster. Almost the same amount he used when looking at Snivellus.
“Well we can start with the timetables and then work on the appointments, it’ll be more organised that way. You do realise we are going to be here even later now that you were so late right?”
Just the sound of it inspired suicidal thoughts in the Gryffindor’s mind. The worst part about it was that they would be there later now, thanks to him. James slumped forwards and rested his head in one hand, still eyeing the paperwork as if it was insulting him.
“Sounds thrilling,” he said dryly, adding a dreary sigh. With that, James pulled out the first sheet and looked it over. It was a complaint made by a third year Ravenclaw student about a Slytherin of the same year who had tried to hex her. The wizard looked back at the pile that would, no doubt, be filled with similar complaints. What was it with the Slytherins? And they wondered why people were so prejudice against them.
A moment of silence passed before James spoke up, idly twirling the quill between his fingers. “So how’s life, Evans? Been a while since we’ve spoken without wanting to hex each other into oblivion.”
That moment when James/Lily stop being Harry’s dead parents and become the most tragically epic OTP of all time.
