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âHey, do you have a minute?â Lily tightened her grip on her bag, hitching the strap up her shoulder. She glanced back toward the stairs. âYou caught me at a bad time, Potter.â âAre you avoiding me?â Lily bit down on the tip of her tongue and looked at him, feeling almost dumbfounded. He wasnât supposed to call her out on it. âIâm not⌠no, Iâm just busy. Iâve got to get another three paragraphs done for Potions tomorrow or-â âEvans.â James sighed and raked a hand through his hair. The habit used to drive her nuts for an entirely different reason than it did now. She blinked and looked down at her toes. A much safer place to look. âPlease talk to me.â âI promised Mary that Iâd help her out with-â âMary is in the corner playing chess with Remus.â James interrupted her. âLetâs just go out in the corridor and talk for a minute.â âWe canât. Lights out.â She pointed at nothing in particular and then grimaced. After all, it had only been a week since she and James sneaked down to the kitchens after lights out for a celebratory snack after theyâd finally finished a particularly nasty Transfigurations essay. But James didnât call her out on that. No, he just shrugged and nodded toward the staircase that led up to the boyâs dormitory. âThen we can go up to my room.â Lilyâs stomach flipped. His room. Because he had his own room now that he was head boy. She wasnât going to do that, that would be⌠well she wasnât going to do it.
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