#all:lily

Lily: Merry Christmas! Hope you have a great day.

The first official week of classes had passed by in a complete haze. It was to be expected, really. After their sorting the week before, - the results of which left James more than ecstatic, delighted to be in the same House as Sirius and Remus, and their fourth dormmate, Peter, - and the hesitant, tense few days after Sirius’ first ever Howler, the classes were almost at the back of his mind.

It was the least of his worries. Not when he had to think about spending the next seven years by Sirius’ side, and certainly not when he had to think about how, exactly, the four of them would be spending those years. His timetable wasn’t so bad; but the one thing James certainly wasn’t looking forward to was sharing a class with the Slytherins the next day.

Slytherins. Meaning Severus. Meaning another class of Lily barely having time for him, and another class of trying to get her to talk to him, and ultimately failing. In hindsight, the incident on the train hadn’t been James’ proudest moment, a thought that only entered his head after he spotted Remus’ grimace the moment Severus and Lily had left the compartment. 

Lily was right. James knew that, which was why he’d been pacing around the Common Room for the past hour like a doting mother hen, waiting for her to come back from wherever she was so he could say just that. Lily was right, and James had been far too brash, and why had he singled Severus out as though being odd and quiet was a bad thing? Remus was odd and quiet, at times. Peter, too. Even Sirius, after he’d received the Howler, and just because Severus had stalled in the doorway, and James had pointed out that it was weird, it wasn’t.. weird.

With a sigh, James sat in the closest armchair to the fire, slumping into the plush cushions. If he had to wait all night, so be it. He was determined to talk to her, even if it meant kipping on the couches. 

Harper: Charades is tomorrow but can you meet me tonight?