chapter seven - friends

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Somehow, the girls had found out about the earlier events in the afternoon. They had forced Lily to confess, and then had thrown a mini feast in the girls dorm, which all the girls had made sure to attend. When they'd fallen asleep, Lily had crept down to the Common Room, working on a particularly difficult Charms essay.

She felt the presence of another being in the Common Room and turned around to find James Potter on a sofa positioned behind hers. He hadn't seen her, and Lily was about to say hi or something, when she noticed a peculiar sight. A black dog had siddled up next to him on the sofa, putting its head against the armrest.

"Seriously? You had to?" James asked the dog. It didn't reply, of course, but James seemed to understand it, because he rolled his eyes.

"Typical Padfoot." He muttered. Lily knew the name sounded familiar, she just couldn't remember how.

Another pause. And then- "You know I can't, Pads. What will happen if someone just comes in and sees the stag?"

Another pause. And then a chuckle, followed by- "Go change, you great mutt."

A small bark sounded from the dog but a moment later the sound of light paws could be heard and the dog was gone.

James stood up, and she felt him move closer to where she was. Quickly, she silently positioned herself into a sleeping position and closed her eyes.

"Evans?" James said when he saw her. He shook her shoulder lightly, causing Lily to 'wake up'. She stretched her arms above her head in mock tiredness.

"I must have fallen asleep," she said, adding a yawn. James sat on the sofa next to her and leaned over to see her work.

"The answer's scourgify."  He said. Lily looked down and quickly did the answer in her mind. Amazed, she glanced up at him.

"You're right?" She said, but it came out like a question.

"I'm good at Charms," James shrugged. There was silence while Lily wrote the rest of her paper finish, broken occasionally by the scratching of her quill or the fire in the hearth.

"Done." She announced, rolling up her parchment. She looked up at James, only to find him staring back.

Yhere was a moment where she just stared back into his eyes, the light of the fire casting shadows in them. Everything single thing he'd ever said or done to her that she hadn't liked before was washed away as a funny feeling took over her body.

Thank God it's dark, Lily thought to herself when she realized she was blushing. Averting her gaze, she dumped her books onto the table in front of her.

There was silence. Then- "Are you actually okay, Evans?" James asked. In the dim light of the fire, his glasses were defining his hazel eyes, making them look almost gold-flecked. The overall effect, was, Lily thought to herself, beautiful. Am I alright? Since when do I think these things? She thought again.

"Of course! Why would I not be?" She said, a bit too enthusiactically.

"Well, that letter seemed pretty hectic," he said, shrugging again.

"You read it too?" She asked. James nodded again.

Lily felt her eyes burn and a lump form in her throat.
You will not cry, she thought to herself. You will not cry in front of Potter or anyone else. You will just embarass yourself.
But Lily had never been one to agree with herself, and all of a sudden, she let out a loud sob.

For a fraction of a second, James' eyes widened, as if he didn't know what to do. But then it cleared, and he shuffled closer, draping his strong arm around Lily's shoulders. And for once, she didn't protest. In fact, she might've shuffled closer and sniffle into his nice-cologne-smelling shirt. All the while, James rubbed her back, muttering soft, comforting words.

They stayed like that for a while, until her cries became soft sniffles. When it did, James took his arm away and Lily felt almost empty.

"Thanks," she said awkwardly. Silence. James began to fiddle with his glasses, continously cleaning them and putting them on and Lily distracted herself by curling her hair around her finger.

"That's what friends do, right?" James suddenly blurted. Lily looked at his lips - she was still too embarassed to look at his eyes - then she realized how he might take it and averted her gaze to her finger, surrounded by streaks of red hair.

"Yeah," she replied. "I'm pretty sure that's what friends do."


Thanks once again to all my loyal readers. I know I haven't had an author's note in a while but personally I feel like it's not neccesary.
Anyway, how do you like my story so far? Pleaseee vote and comment, it would do great wonders! I know that this chapter is shorter than usual but I'll write the rest in Chapter 8.
Thanks for sticking for me😍😙

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