James Potter (_weaponofchoice) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-07-08 16:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: blood: lily evans, ch: thg: james potter, p: rachael, p: serena |
Who: JamesTHG and Lilyblood
What: Magic lessons!
Where: James' unit in Epsilon
When: Sunday night
Warnings: TBD
James sat on the edge of the sofa, twisting his wand around in his hands as he watched Lily expertly transform the silver pin back into a pencil for the umpteenth time. His toes curled against the smooth, cold tile floor of his unit as the familiar twinge of pride and jealousy surged within him as she made it look so effortless: pride at watching Lily perform in something he knew she studied thoroughly, and jealousy at the way so made it look so effortless. Magic in his world was rare – only those in the Capitol and those with lots of money had easy access to lessons and tutoring. While James had been awarded a wand early on after winning his Games, the handful of lessons he had for training put him on even footing with the eleven year olds from other worlds. Knowing that James Potter was expected to be ace at Transfiguration was a dash of salt in the wound.
But he wasn’t complaining too much. Like he had told James the other day, more lessons with Lily meant more time with Lily, and ultimately more time with Lily meant more time snogging Lily. And he liked snogging Lily. A lot. As time went on, however, he was starting to realize that it wasn’t just the physical attention from her he desired: he just wanted her. She could be stubborn as the day was long and had an annoying habit of talking when he wanted to kiss her, but she understood. She could see past the bravado he presented to the world, and it was comforting to have someone who could reach past that and latch onto him when he needed someone to comfort him when he pushed them away, automatically protecting himself from exposing his weaknesses.
“I don’t get it. I swish, I flick, I swoop, and yet,” he said, jabbing his wand at the flat pencil. The pencil gave a half-hearted wiggle before the end sharpened slightly. “All I get is a dull edge to doodle with.” He turned his blue eyes on her and frowned at her expectantly, his wand beating a sharp tattoo against the coffee table. “Run me through it one more time?”