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Who: James and Lily
What: James and Lily have Date Night Lis and Cassie squee
Where: Down by the Lake. Tres romantique
When: Evening of Wednesday at seven o'clock
Rating: TBD! (There might be mad monkey-sex. Or... not. More likely the latter
He had flowers. Were flowers a good thing? Or were they unfashionable? Sirius never took flowers, but - James reminded himself, in the thoughts-tumbling-like-pebbles-in-a-stre
He clutched them, checking in the mirror once more, until it impatiently snapped at him. 'You can comb your hair all you like, James Potter, but it'll never lie flat!' He took the mirror's advice, adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves - pale blue shirt with his bell-bottomed jeans, bought with Sirius on a lark in London. And hurried down to the common-room, bang on seven.
---
It took Lily several minutes before she joined James in the common room on account of some minor disaster which culminated in a third-year girl being sick all over Lily's robes, which set a chain reaction of other girls being sick. It was just not a very nice start to the evening, so it was with a hint of wariness that she skipped down the stairs to the common room. James was holding a handful of flowers before him--he, who was groomed as much as he could be groomed considering, and dressed in jeans and tucked-in shirt. Lily felt overdressed in comparison, with her clean robes over her clothes.
"Are those for me?" Lily flashed him that cheeky grin that she typically never used in respect to James Potter. It was a joke, of course, for who else would the flowers be meant for, than her?
---
Idiot, idiot, idiot. He should've given them to her, should've complimented her as she walked in - except that James's tongue was dry and sticking to the roof of his mouth. He'd never seen that smile before; it hadn't been catalogued with the other Lily-smiles he knew. He held them out to her.
"Er, yeah. Yeah - yes. I mean, yes. They are for you," and he grinned back, finding in the ease of the smile a little of his own self-confidence, as brittle as it might be. "You ready?"
---
"Thank you." Lily took the flowers from him and held them up to her face, sniffing them for a scent, to hide the growing smile on her face. He was nervous, she could tell that much--well that made two of them!
"Yes," she said simply. "Where are we walking to?"
---
"Down around the grounds," James dug his hands deep into his pockets, as if by rooting himself, he could be a little less nervous and on edge. "If that's all right. We don't have to if it's too cold for you. Or we could walk fast. Or just walk. You know. Um."
James Charlus Potter, your brain is calling you. It wants to rejoin the mothership as clearly, you can't cope without it.
"To the Lake," he said, a little more clearly, and held out a hand; bare brown palm extended, an offer. "Shall we?"
---
"We shall," she smiled. Lily accepted the proffered hand and walked beside him, all the while keeping uncharacteristically quiet. It wasn't like Lily to keep mum--she was always talking about something. It was perhaps because she was not sure what to talk about with Potter, now that this was an Official Date Thing.
"So, erm--" Don't be such a widger, she said to herself. She felt she had to say something to fill the odd silence.
---
"Yeah?" James looked at her hopefully. Lily was doing the conversation-thing, which would be amazing, as he didn't know what to talk about. How to talk, in fact, was quite possibly very beyond him. His brain was currently focused on the small fact that Lily's hand was currently within his own, and if he chose to, he could slide his fingers in between hers and - yep. That was pretty much the best thing in the entire world at the minute.
---
Lily stopped walking and looked at him, appealing to him with her eyes with a hopeful look. "I don't know what to talk about. I really don't. It's--" She struggled with the words, to find what it was she was actually trying to say. "What do we even talk about?"
---
"How idiotic whatever I've just done, was?" James pointed out helpfully. "We've not really talked. Just shouted. Well. I'm James, I live in a place called Godric's Hollow with my mum, Dorea. She's an ex-Black, which is why Sirius and I are distantly related. I like Quidditch, playing chess and I want to be an Auror when I grow up." His smile was lopsided, the echo of childhood, and her shouting at him, in his words.
"As for discussion topics, we could take you as an example?" he suggested.
---
Godric's Hollow? Like Godric Gryffindor? Lily filed the name in her memory for later conversation. As for the Black stuff... she knew that. It was hard not to know, when James and Sirius were as loud as they were about the issues of being anti-everything the Black family stood for.
At his brief mention of wanting to be an Auror, Lily couldn't help but chuckle. It was very much like James--the James she knew, at least--to want to be a superhero-like figure, saving people and fighting the baddies.
Lily shrugged haplessly. "My life? Open book. What would you like to know?"
---
"Everything!" James declared, with a grin that made him look both five and twenty-five, "But let's start. What's your favourite thing to do in the entire world?" He turned to look at her, curious really, because being able to ask all the questions jumbled in his head was fantastic, but he needed to figure out a starting point.
---
"Everything?"
Lily chewed her lip in thought as she tried to think of what to say. "My favourite thing in the entire world is to tease my sister, Petunia--whom I lovingly call Tuney. She doesn't like it much anymore, that nickname, but it's an old habit." Lily didn't dare mention why her sister didn't like the nickname anymore, because then she'd have to start back at the beginning, and that included a mentioning of Sniv--Severus and Lily was not sure she could retell such a tale without crying. Instead, she cleared her throat. "Next question, please?"
---
"You love to tease your sister?" James was still processing the idea that Lily, Lily Queen of Prefects who told him off for being mean and nasty to Snivelly, liked to tease herself. "Be still my beating heart! All right, if you could have three wishes, anything in the world, what would they be?"
That he'd kind of take them as suggestions was unspoken.
---
"I do," Lily relished the very idea. "Especially when her boyfriend comes to visit. He's such a Muggle," she hissed at him conspiratorially. It was true--Vernon Dursley was as Muggle as you could get, or even more Muggle than even the most pureblooded witches and wizards could expect. He was boring beyond all imaginable reason.
Lily let go of his hand as they walked along, and she brushed her hair away from her face. "My three wishes would be--" What would Lily wish for? Well for one, she'd want to be reunited with Petunia, to have things the way things used to be, and she wanted to erase what happened that day at Hogsmeade between Bellatrix Black and herself, and she wanted to fix her mistakes of the past. All impossible things.
"I want socks that never get wet or cold," she informed him with as serious a face as she could muster. "Possibly a magical cabinet that I could use as a walk-in closet as well. And lastly, I want a nice job once I leave Hogwarts, but I don't think that's going to happen. People seem more scared of hiring Muggleborns now than ever, because of what You-Know-Who's doing..." Her voice trailed off as she thought of him, Lord Voldemort, and all the terrible things he and his cohorts were doing to the people of the wizarding world.
---
"That's not fair," James said, immediately. "No one should be scared of the Muggleborns, just the evil wanker chasing them around. You'll get a fantastic job, Lils, you're bright, aren't you? And if you can't, we'll pretend you're my cousin - several times removed," he added, hastily. Not wanting to go there, thanks very much. "I've tons of them. You could be a pureblood, if you wanted to be!"
---
Lily gave him a funny look that said oh really at his suggestion. She couldn't be both his date and his cousin, that was just weird. Still, Lily didn't comment, but merely shrugged her shoulders. "What about you? What would your three wishes be?" Lily paused in their walk to wrap her scarf tighter around her neck, to keep out the Scottish highland chill.
---
Oh God, he hadn't visualised her turning his question on him. James hesitated, pausing in the honest list rattling through his mind, and then decided to go with it anyway.
"Sure you're prepared?" he asked, half-joking as he took a breath to steady himself. "All right. Dad wouldn't have died. Sirius wouldn't have the problems he does with his family and Mum wouldn't miss her family." Breath escaped him in a long, low hiss.
---
Well this was totally awkward. She'd given him silly responses and he'd give her serious, heart-wrenching ones. It could not be more awkward if a flock of hippogriffs flew by and shat all over them. Lily shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. "Well..." She struggled to find some way to recover the situation, as if scuffing her shoes on the pavement would do such a thing. "That's a lot."
---
James hadn't meant to put a great big jagged hole in the atmosphere. It was more the complete inability to be witty, and/or charming in Lily's presence. That, and the first ideas in his head had preceeded blankness.
"But genies are really nasty little buggers, and the whole three wishes thing ends up with maiming usually," he said cheerfully, and hopefully in a distracting fashion. "So Miss Lily Evans. Is Gryffindor Tower the most melodramatic place in the world for you as well, or is it just me and my lot? Because I'm starting to believe we're Heads because we've coped with the lot."
Who: James and Lily
What: James and Lily have Date Night Lis and Cassie squee
Where: Down by the Lake. Tres romantique
When: Evening of Wednesday at seven o'clock
Rating: TBD! (There might be mad monkey-sex. Or... not. More likely the latter
He had flowers. Were flowers a good thing? Or were they unfashionable? Sirius never took flowers, but - James reminded himself, in the thoughts-tumbling-like-pebbles-in-a-stre
He clutched them, checking in the mirror once more, until it impatiently snapped at him. 'You can comb your hair all you like, James Potter, but it'll never lie flat!' He took the mirror's advice, adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves - pale blue shirt with his bell-bottomed jeans, bought with Sirius on a lark in London. And hurried down to the common-room, bang on seven.
---
It took Lily several minutes before she joined James in the common room on account of some minor disaster which culminated in a third-year girl being sick all over Lily's robes, which set a chain reaction of other girls being sick. It was just not a very nice start to the evening, so it was with a hint of wariness that she skipped down the stairs to the common room. James was holding a handful of flowers before him--he, who was groomed as much as he could be groomed considering, and dressed in jeans and tucked-in shirt. Lily felt overdressed in comparison, with her clean robes over her clothes.
"Are those for me?" Lily flashed him that cheeky grin that she typically never used in respect to James Potter. It was a joke, of course, for who else would the flowers be meant for, than her?
---
Idiot, idiot, idiot. He should've given them to her, should've complimented her as she walked in - except that James's tongue was dry and sticking to the roof of his mouth. He'd never seen that smile before; it hadn't been catalogued with the other Lily-smiles he knew. He held them out to her.
"Er, yeah. Yeah - yes. I mean, yes. They are for you," and he grinned back, finding in the ease of the smile a little of his own self-confidence, as brittle as it might be. "You ready?"
---
"Thank you." Lily took the flowers from him and held them up to her face, sniffing them for a scent, to hide the growing smile on her face. He was nervous, she could tell that much--well that made two of them!
"Yes," she said simply. "Where are we walking to?"
---
"Down around the grounds," James dug his hands deep into his pockets, as if by rooting himself, he could be a little less nervous and on edge. "If that's all right. We don't have to if it's too cold for you. Or we could walk fast. Or just walk. You know. Um."
James Charlus Potter, your brain is calling you. It wants to rejoin the mothership as clearly, you can't cope without it.
"To the Lake," he said, a little more clearly, and held out a hand; bare brown palm extended, an offer. "Shall we?"
---
"We shall," she smiled. Lily accepted the proffered hand and walked beside him, all the while keeping uncharacteristically quiet. It wasn't like Lily to keep mum--she was always talking about something. It was perhaps because she was not sure what to talk about with Potter, now that this was an Official Date Thing.
"So, erm--" Don't be such a widger, she said to herself. She felt she had to say something to fill the odd silence.
---
"Yeah?" James looked at her hopefully. Lily was doing the conversation-thing, which would be amazing, as he didn't know what to talk about. How to talk, in fact, was quite possibly very beyond him. His brain was currently focused on the small fact that Lily's hand was currently within his own, and if he chose to, he could slide his fingers in between hers and - yep. That was pretty much the best thing in the entire world at the minute.
---
Lily stopped walking and looked at him, appealing to him with her eyes with a hopeful look. "I don't know what to talk about. I really don't. It's--" She struggled with the words, to find what it was she was actually trying to say. "What do we even talk about?"
---
"How idiotic whatever I've just done, was?" James pointed out helpfully. "We've not really talked. Just shouted. Well. I'm James, I live in a place called Godric's Hollow with my mum, Dorea. She's an ex-Black, which is why Sirius and I are distantly related. I like Quidditch, playing chess and I want to be an Auror when I grow up." His smile was lopsided, the echo of childhood, and her shouting at him, in his words.
"As for discussion topics, we could take you as an example?" he suggested.
---
Godric's Hollow? Like Godric Gryffindor? Lily filed the name in her memory for later conversation. As for the Black stuff... she knew that. It was hard not to know, when James and Sirius were as loud as they were about the issues of being anti-everything the Black family stood for.
At his brief mention of wanting to be an Auror, Lily couldn't help but chuckle. It was very much like James--the James she knew, at least--to want to be a superhero-like figure, saving people and fighting the baddies.
Lily shrugged haplessly. "My life? Open book. What would you like to know?"
---
"Everything!" James declared, with a grin that made him look both five and twenty-five, "But let's start. What's your favourite thing to do in the entire world?" He turned to look at her, curious really, because being able to ask all the questions jumbled in his head was fantastic, but he needed to figure out a starting point.
---
"Everything?"
Lily chewed her lip in thought as she tried to think of what to say. "My favourite thing in the entire world is to tease my sister, Petunia--whom I lovingly call Tuney. She doesn't like it much anymore, that nickname, but it's an old habit." Lily didn't dare mention why her sister didn't like the nickname anymore, because then she'd have to start back at the beginning, and that included a mentioning of Sniv--Severus and Lily was not sure she could retell such a tale without crying. Instead, she cleared her throat. "Next question, please?"
---
"You love to tease your sister?" James was still processing the idea that Lily, Lily Queen of Prefects who told him off for being mean and nasty to Snivelly, liked to tease herself. "Be still my beating heart! All right, if you could have three wishes, anything in the world, what would they be?"
That he'd kind of take them as suggestions was unspoken.
---
"I do," Lily relished the very idea. "Especially when her boyfriend comes to visit. He's such a Muggle," she hissed at him conspiratorially. It was true--Vernon Dursley was as Muggle as you could get, or even more Muggle than even the most pureblooded witches and wizards could expect. He was boring beyond all imaginable reason.
Lily let go of his hand as they walked along, and she brushed her hair away from her face. "My three wishes would be--" What would Lily wish for? Well for one, she'd want to be reunited with Petunia, to have things the way things used to be, and she wanted to erase what happened that day at Hogsmeade between Bellatrix Black and herself, and she wanted to fix her mistakes of the past. All impossible things.
"I want socks that never get wet or cold," she informed him with as serious a face as she could muster. "Possibly a magical cabinet that I could use as a walk-in closet as well. And lastly, I want a nice job once I leave Hogwarts, but I don't think that's going to happen. People seem more scared of hiring Muggleborns now than ever, because of what You-Know-Who's doing..." Her voice trailed off as she thought of him, Lord Voldemort, and all the terrible things he and his cohorts were doing to the people of the wizarding world.
---
"That's not fair," James said, immediately. "No one should be scared of the Muggleborns, just the evil wanker chasing them around. You'll get a fantastic job, Lils, you're bright, aren't you? And if you can't, we'll pretend you're my cousin - several times removed," he added, hastily. Not wanting to go there, thanks very much. "I've tons of them. You could be a pureblood, if you wanted to be!"
---
Lily gave him a funny look that said oh really at his suggestion. She couldn't be both his date and his cousin, that was just weird. Still, Lily didn't comment, but merely shrugged her shoulders. "What about you? What would your three wishes be?" Lily paused in their walk to wrap her scarf tighter around her neck, to keep out the Scottish highland chill.
---
Oh God, he hadn't visualised her turning his question on him. James hesitated, pausing in the honest list rattling through his mind, and then decided to go with it anyway.
"Sure you're prepared?" he asked, half-joking as he took a breath to steady himself. "All right. Dad wouldn't have died. Sirius wouldn't have the problems he does with his family and Mum wouldn't miss her family." Breath escaped him in a long, low hiss.
---
Well this was totally awkward. She'd given him silly responses and he'd give her serious, heart-wrenching ones. It could not be more awkward if a flock of hippogriffs flew by and shat all over them. Lily shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. "Well..." She struggled to find some way to recover the situation, as if scuffing her shoes on the pavement would do such a thing. "That's a lot."
---
James hadn't meant to put a great big jagged hole in the atmosphere. It was more the complete inability to be witty, and/or charming in Lily's presence. That, and the first ideas in his head had preceeded blankness.
"But genies are really nasty little buggers, and the whole three wishes thing ends up with maiming usually," he said cheerfully, and hopefully in a distracting fashion. "So Miss Lily Evans. Is Gryffindor Tower the most melodramatic place in the world for you as well, or is it just me and my lot? Because I'm starting to believe we're Heads because we've coped with the lot."