Paradox • J.Potter •

• IX •

"That night" I replied and perched my arm on the arm of the wooden chair. I placed my chin on my palm and released a small breath.

"Let's talk about James" Liona hummed and perched her glasses down her nose as she glanced at me over them.

Her green eyes were clear with curiosity and condensation. My own cerulean eyes burned into her own with determination and disobedience.

"I don't want too" I snapped and leaned back into the chair. I crossed my arms over my chest and watched as the blonde haired woman released a small chuckle.

"Oh to be young and in love" she hummed with a simple shake of her head and dipped her quill back into her ink pot.

I scoffed at her words and instead of having to continue to look at her face I deceived the window was once again my only source of entertainment.

"I'm not in love with James nor was I ever" I voiced and watched the water of the black lake ripple under the light breeze that passed around the castle.

Lies

"But he's in love with you, yes?" My eyebrows furrowed in confusion but yet I didn't look away from the lake.

"What gave you that impression?" I asked in a bored tone. My fingers fumbling with the pleats in my skirt.

"Fawn we've been seeing each other every day for the last month. In the month you've told me that James calls you terms of endearment-"

"I didn't say 'terms of endearment'. I said he has nicknames for me" I scoffed and turned to look at liona with a fierce look.

"Miss Scott I can assure you that none of my male friends call me-" she glanced down at her notebook for half a second before starting to read out the names James often calls me.

"Ok! I get it. Stop" I mutter with a roll of my eyes. James was always making up silly names for me. But I wouldn't call them such things as 'terms of endearment'.

"He also touches you a lot, yes? He holds your hand, holds your waist. He always wants to touch you, am I correct?" I thought over her words. I suppose she was right in what she was saying. James did like to constantly have his hands on me in some way. Especially after the whole Evelyn thing.

Not that I let him

The relationship between James and I was frayed. I felt embarrassed the night we left Dumbledore's office. I felt embarrassed I had thought he was going to kiss me. Of course he didn't and probably wouldn't ever. He had the whole female population after him and I was just simply Fawn.

I also felt the harsh sting of rejection. My heart stung and my mind decided to torment me by reminding me of the moment again and again. It also didn't help that I now noticed when James was with a girl or when he had only come back from being with one.

His hair was messier than usual, a lazy smirk on his face and lipstick smudged against his lips and neck. His shirt would be loose and his tie hung loosely around his neck. My heart clenched at the sight of him as he would walk over to the boys and grin as he sat down with them.

His eyes would always scan the room. His hazel eyes meeting mine every time. The grin would slowly retreat and he would look at me softly. A small smile would crack and he would hold his hand up towards me in a small wave.