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Everyone had finally come; even Lily, and I smiled to myself as I looked around the room. Everything was as James and I had planned, and everyone had come. I walked over to a table with drinks on it, and saw the person I didn’t want to see here.
“What are you doing here?” I asked Kyla, frowning blatantly.
“That’s the problem with an open invite, you can’t keep out the people you don’t like from coming.”
I rolled my eyes; she talked to me like I was five, which, more or less, I am, but still. “Fine then, why do you want to be here?” I knew the feeling of dislike was mutual, and she didn’t seem like the partying type.
“I don’t have to give you a reason.” Kyla said, her eyes glancing away to the middle of the room, but in a matter of seconds she looked away again.
I could even notice that, and I looked over in the same direction. My eyes fell on Sebastian Blackwood talking to a Ravenclaw. It didn’t make sense, but I didn’t even get the chance to tease Kyla about her Mr. Perfect boyfriend before she was pushing past me like I had done something.
“Everything okay?” Aaron asked appearing beside me.
“Yeah, I have no idea what that was about.” I said shrugging. “I don’t really care.”
“You don’t care?” Aaron asked, a suggestive tone in his voice.
“Uh, no. I really don’t.” I said, not knowing what Aaron was saying. I didn’t have to think about it anymore because Clarisa came over then.
“Hey Sirius.” She smiled. Clarisa looked over at Aaron then, seeing that he was there. “Hi, Aaron right?” She asked.
“Yes.” Aaron smiled. “Nice to see you again when Sirius here isn’t breaking the rules.”
“You never know, I probably am. I might’ve spiked the punch.” I teased.
“James wants to know where his partner in crime is, and I think that you owe me a dance.” Clarisa smiled, walking back into the crowd.
I turned to Aaron and saw him watching Clarisa. “Ask her.” I said giving him a grin.
“What?” He asked, looking back at me.
“Ask her to the ball.” I repeated. “We’re just friends, and you like her, don’t you?” I asked. “I’ve recently discovered that some girls are really fun to be around without needing to flirt with them.” It didn’t make sense to me; I just knew I wanted to stay her friend.
Aaron laughed. “I might.”
“Good.” I said, walking into the crowd after Clarisa. I found her, and held at my hand. “As promised.” I grinned.
After a few fun dances with Clarisa, I led her over to where Aaron was standing, watching the room. “Aaron would like to dance with you now.”
“But—” Aaron started, but I wasn’t listening. I was disappearing into the crowd before he could argue. I was own my way to find James, but I paused when I saw Lily.
“Hey Lils.” I said as easily as if we hung out all the time. “What’s up?”
She sighed softly. “Why did I even come here?” She asked.
“Because you wanted to see James.” I couldn’t help suggesting it, he was my best friend and it was pretty sad seeing him chasing Lily around like a lost puppy.
“I’ve been trying not to think that.” Lily said.
I hadn’t been prepared for this. Dancing, flirting with girls, setting up my friends, playing pranks, that was easy. But talking emotional stuff with the girl my best friend was head over heels for? Hardly.
I couldn’t escape now; I just hoped she wouldn’t start asking me questions. It did occur me as very strange. Lily had been acting weird lately, but if she was sane at all, I’d be the last person anyone would come to about relationship advice, surely?
“It’s been easy, because James is so arrogant, I would never like that. But they way he looks at me, it’s different now.” Lily said.
“Oh, Why?” I asked, giving quick glances around the room. I needed to find someone, anyone, before Lily started expecting a real answer.
I tried thinking about what James would do, before realising that wasn’t such a great idea. Instead, I tried picturing what Clarisa would do. “James isn’t so bad,” I said, hoping James would just come over here.
“That’s the problem. It’s like he’s different now, like there are things that are important to him, rather than just being idiotic, immature and arrogant all the time. It’s like he’s different now.”
That sparked something in my mind. James was still James, but he was certainly different, older. He was growing more mature, slowly.
“He is growing up,” I said, looking around. I couldn’t pretend that I knew what I was talking about for much longer. |