“I must have fire in my eyes, not tears”

"Are you coming in?" she added stiffly to James. "I don't think so," the Head Boy bit back. "I think I'm just going to storm away now, so that you can really grasp how unfathomably furious I am with you at the moment." "Have fun with that." He turned and did as he had said he would. "Git!" she called after him. "Prig!" he retorted. "Now, dear," began the Fat Lady, but Lily pointed a warning finger at her.

"Shall we start walking over, then?" "Yeah, all right." They scooted out of the booth. Lily waved politely to the bartender, and, as they made their way to the door, she took James's hand, and said: "Y'know something?" "Hmm?" "I sort of love you." "Really? Good." Lily rolled her eyes, as he dropped her hand, only to lay his arm around her shoulders. "I also hate you, though." James grinned. "That's a pretty common reaction there, Love." Then he opened the door, and they stepped out onto the pavement.