31. Orchideous

'Evans!' James Potter called to her from across the Great Hall.

It was not uncommon for him to do this. He was constantly trying to show-off to Lily.

She clambered into the seat next to him, a questioning look on her face.

'You wanna go out with me?' James flaunted. 'Or are you still crazy about that scrawny git?' he mocked, eying a skinny boy, seated at the Slytherin table, with dark curtains of greasy hair covering his sallow face. The boy glanced up, rolled his eyes, and then buried his abnormally large nose back into his book.

'He shattered me, James. You saw what happened. But you can have what's left of me.'

At this, James grinned, faced his friends and flashed his eyebrows in a 'how-cool-am-I' manner. This didn't go unnoticed by Lily.

He then whipped around, and withdrew his wand. 'Orchideous' he muttered. A bunch of roses erupted from the end of his wand, which he handed to his new girlfriend.

Lily smiled to herself as she helped herself to some toast. He had asked her out. She had said yes. James Potter was the most boastful, yet lovable boy in school, and he belonged to her.