Formerly: Lily Lupin   Mooncalf
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When I’d got up there, James had organised everyone, got rid of any first years or other houses that were hanging around, and was getting ready to test the Chaser’s. There was Melissa Hayden and James who were already Chasers, so the only needed one person to fill in the spot of the last chaser.
It was pretty easy for James to pick out a Chaser and one Beater because Chester Williams was already one. It took him longer with finding a seeker; they were such an important player in Quidditch.
Eventually there was everyone. With James, Melissa and Chester, were Amelia Mayes, Leonard Matthews and Riley Tailor.
When we all walked back to the castle, James was proud, to say the least. He was arrogant, too, but why wouldn’t he be? He’d never doubted that he’d be captain, but he loved it now that he was.
We got into the Entrance hall when I stopped, and James did the same. “We’ll see you guys later, we’ve got some matters to attend to.” I smirked, mischief glinting in my eyes.
“You’ll see when you come down for the feast.” James added. Tonight all of the exchange students would be arriving, and oh was it going to be good.
Remus opened his mouth to say something, then he closed it again, thoughtful. “Actually, I think I’d rather not know. Until I have to.” He sighed.
“C’mon, cheer up, Moony!” I said, grinning. Moony and Wormtail left to go back to the common room, and I turned to look at Prongs.
“Want to go to the kitchen first?” I asked. We had a bit of time until the feast, anyway, so we didn’t need to rush, and I was hungry.
“Sure,” James agreed with a grin.
We knew all the ins and outs of Hogwarts. We knew all the secret passages and shortcuts, the secret rooms and forbidden places. Naturally. We knew everything there was to know in Hogwarts.
But the kitchens didn’t seem like somewhere forbidden, though I didn’t count any place as forbidden. But the kitchens were easy to get to, and the elves just gave the food away. James and I would go there if there was a party, or if we were just hungry.
“You’re just going to keep on trying, with Lily, aren’t you?” I asked, walking in the direction of the kitchens and the Hufflepuff common room.
James looked at me, and nodded, smirking. “Yes, I am.” He said.
“What if it comes around to the ball, and she still says no? You’re not actually going alone, are you?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. That was not like James, and only people who could not find dates went alone.
“She wants to dance with me, Padfoot. She does.” Prongs said, and although it was him being confident his voice sounded more mature, somehow. Serious. “But if she doesn’t realise this truth by the dance, yes, I will ask someone. All the arrivals are coming tonight, even more selection.” He grinned.
“This truth? I don’t doubt you, mate. All the girls want you to ask them, but this is Lily.” I said. His joy from the Quidditch trials had covered this, but I noticed now that Prongs was in a strange mood.
“She’ll realise it, Padfoot. Trust me on this.” He said, and I finally understood. I had never experienced love, only attraction. I felt that now, I understood, when I looked at my best friend.
Lily was not simply some crush. He was not just determined because she was the only one who would refuse him. He loved her. James Potter was in love with Lily Evans.
“Good luck, Prongs, you’re going to need it.” If Lily would not go to the ball with James, I knew he’d go with someone else who was very pretty. James would have fun, he’d be himself, but he would think about Lily the whole time.
“You really are smitten.” I said. James laughed. I’d never taken him very seriously when he said that he loved her.
We were now walking down the deserted corridor where the portrait was, and James tickled the pear, opening it, so we could get inside. We both grinned, stepping inside.
“What about you? Made up your mind?” James asked, but that was all he could do, before four house elves arrived in front of us.
“Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, welcome back!” One of them said. “We are so very pleased you are here. You would like to sit down and have some tea or coffee perhaps, or some biscuits, I’m sure. Anything else you want, too.” Another said, and they lead James and me to a couch, were we happily sat down.
We didn’t need to answer; they had already left to get us anything that we desired.
I grinned at James again. I loved these house elves, unlike Kreacher; they enjoyed themselves, and wanted to be hospitable.
“Uh, yeah. Adriana.” I said, answering James’ question.
“Right. What’s with you two, anyway? She’s gorgeous.” James said, looking at me questioningly.
“Nothing. She’s gorgeous, you’re right, but we don’t date, as such. Not my type.” I’d taken her to Hogsmeade sometimes, but neither of us were really attracted to each other. We were just friends.
I knew that everyone would seem astounded, of course. For me to not like such a pretty girl was a strange thing, indeed. But I didn’t like her. James knew that, I'd told him before. It seriously didn't make sense to me, I thought that attractive was my type.
She’d be fun to dance with, though.
“No one catching your eye, then?” James asked, still curious. “I’m just shocked that Adriana isn’t your type, though.”
“You turn down plenty of girls.” I reminded him. “And what would you do if she asked you to be her boyfriend?” Elves were coming back with refreshments and food now.
“True.” He agreed. “But the girls I turn down are not Adriana. And you’re not in love with anyone.” James paused. “You’re not, are you?”
“No, no way.” I laughed.
Last edited by Winter Dreams; 01-21-2010 at 09:19 AM.
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