Chapter 15 : The One with the Apologies
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So many thank yous to Jacqueline (nutellugh) at TDA!
I sat with my head in my arms, hardly listening as Professor Binns droned on and on. I’m not even entirely sure what he’s talking about anymore. I had taken notes for the first part of the lesson but about twenty minutes ago he had gone off on a tangent and I’d given up trying to follow his train of thought. Instead I’d been staring out of the window over-looking the lake and twirling my quill between my fingers.
A certain messy haired, bespectacled Marauder was ignoring me. And it bothered me so badly. It had been a whole day. One whole day since he’d spoken or even acknowledged me! He totally froze me out at breakfast yesterday and this morning and ignored me all of yesterday. By now the rest of the gang had realized that something was going on (or Remus figured it out and filled them all in) but no one had said anything, which I suppose I was grateful for. Everyone just acted as if nothing had happened and I was willing to do the same but unfortunately James Potter couldn’t let it go as easily. He just couldn’t move on from our little ‘changing room incident’ and had to sit and sulk like the child he is.
James why won’t you talk to me?
This awkward and angry (on his side) silence was absolutely killing me. I hate having people angry at me and I hate conflict of any kind. Well thanks James, thanks for being such a great friend! I glared at the back of his head, as he sat right in front of me.
I’m a horrible person. I should never have fallen on him; I should never have gotten on that damn broom. I sent him all the right signals but totally by accident. I was only joking; I mean I didn’t think he’d try to kiss me.
I really need to apologize.
“James!” I whispered loudly. I saw his head move ever so slightly but he didn’t turn around. Git.
“James!” I whispered again, louder this time. Again he didn’t turn around. Fine, play it your way Potter. I scrunched up the piece of parchment I was supposed to be using to jot down notes and threw it at the back of his head.
“Oi Potter!” I heard Sirius chuckle and I sighed in irritation. “I’ll keep doing it James,” I warned, readying my next missile; Jess’ quill.
Nothing; well prepare yourself for war Potter.
I lobbed the quill at James and deflated as I watched it fall just short, landing half-way between my desk and his chair.
“Aw that was crap.” Jess nudged me and casually passed along her History of Magic textbook.
“Bloody hell Jess I’m trying to get his attention not knock him out!” She pouted and crossed her arms.
“Fine, you’re on your own then Red.”
I threw another piece of paper and it bounced off of James’ head and landed next to the quill. Dammit, I need something heavier. I looked around and saw Abi’s wand lying discarded on the table next to her. She had her head in her arms and I’m pretty sure she was asleep. I snatched it up and aimed at James. I flicked my wrist and watched with wide eyes as it flew right over his head and clattered to the floor before rolling underneath Binns’ desk.
“Whoops…” Jess sent me a reproachful look and shook her head.
“This is how you do it,” she said. Jess picked up her wand and muttered, “Wingardium Leviosa.” She levitated her text book and directed it towards James. She then repeatedly began to knock the book into the back of his head. I nodded appreciatively.
The bell rang and half of the students sprang out of their seats and raced out of the room, whilst the other half groggily lifted their heads off their arms and looked around in confusion. Abi woke up and glanced at me with half closed eyes.
“What time is it?”
“Time to go.” She reluctantly stood up and began to gather her things.
“Hey where’s my wand?”
“Under Binns’ desk,” Sirius chuckled.
Abi frowned.” How did it get there?” I looked around and didn’t meet her gaze.
“No idea,” I muttered. James stalked out of the classroom and I quickly followed him. I was going to be late to Defence but I had to try and apologize.
“James!” I called, as I struggled to keep up with him. “James wait up!” Damn he’s fast. “JAMES CHARLUS POTTER YOU COME HERE RIGHT NOW!” This attracted a lot of stares and I felt my face heat up as I chased him through the halls. James suddenly veered to the right and vanished. I stopped in surprise and examined the door in which he had disappeared behind.
‘Boy’s Toilets’. Oh James that’s low.
I sighed irritably. He could stay in there forever. Well maybe not forever but it could be a substantial amount of time. So I did the only thing I could think to do.
I took a deep breath, glanced both ways and then slipped inside. The first thing which hit me was the smell. I mean, I know it’s a toilet but this was disgusting. The acrid smell of urine, faeces and just boys in general burnt my nostrils. There were puddles of suspicious looking liquid on the floor and muddy footprints everywhere. James was standing by the sinks, staring into the mirror. He looked miserable and I felt awful about it.
“James?” He looked up in surprise.
“Wha- what are you doing in here?”
“Well I didn’t know how long you were going to be in here and I need to talk to you so…” I trailed off. There was an awkward moment when neither of us spoke and we just stared at our feet.
“Look I’m really sorry-” I began.
“I shouldn’t have done what I did-” James said at the same time. We both gave a nervous laugh and I chewed on my bottom lip.
“I really am sorry James,” I said earnestly. “I shouldn’t have fallen on you or anything.” James gave a small smile.
“No it’s okay; the whole thing was a really bad idea anyway.” James rubbed the back of his neck. “And I’m sorry too; I shouldn’t have given you the silent treatment.”
“So are we good?” I asked uncertainly.
“We’re always good Lily,” he said quietly. I reached up on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck. It took him a moment before he hugged me back and I smiled. There was a bang to the right of us and I turned around startled. A sheepish looking Charlie Corner was stood in the doorway of one of the stalls. I immediately began to blush, incredibly embarrassed at being caught in such an awkward situation.
“Oh –oh Merlin s- sorry we d- didn’t know anyone was in here…” I imagined I looked rather like a beetroot right now. Charlie smiled.
“Oh no problem, I know how hard it is to find a good place to make out.” My eyes widened and I heard James choke on what apparently was oxygen.
“We’re not making out!” I said quickly, waving my hands frantically. Charlie winked at us.
“Don’t worry; I’ll keep your secret. Although I do recommend the fourth floor broom cupboard.” I shot James a look which clearly said ‘we need to get out of here’. He nodded and began to move towards the door.
“Thanks Charlie, I’ll keep that in mind.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the boy’s toilets and along the empty corridor.
“Jeez that was beyond awkward.” I said.
“Tell me about it.”
We walked along in silence for a few minutes before we reached our Defence against the Dark Arts classroom. I stopped just short of the door.
“You realize if we walk in together it’s going to look as if we really have been making out.” James pointed out, rolling his eyes.
“So? We weren’t.” I sighed.
“I know that but everybody else doesn’t. The last thing we need are rumours circulating about us being a couple.” James grinned; seemingly back to his old self.
“We could always just not go in,” he wiggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively. I held back a chuckle and managed to keep a straight face.
“That would look even more suspicious,” I answered logically. “I say I go in first, you count to one hundred and then come in after me.”
“But then you look better because you come in earlier than me,” James argued. “I say I go in first.”
“And then I’m later than you and I look bad!”
“Yeah but the teachers like you.”
I frowned and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Look this is getting us nowhere! James I’m going in first and that’s that!”
James pulled a face but agreed. I took a deep breath and then pushed the door open. As I had feared, all heads in the room turned to face me. Professor Henning looked at me with accusing eyes.
“Sorry I’m late Professor,” I mumbled meekly. “My err- bag split and ink went everywhere so I had to go back to my dorm and-” Henning cut me off abruptly.
“Just sit down Evans.” I nodded.
“Yes Sir.” I wove in and out of all of the seats before coming to a stop in front of the desk I shared with Nicola. I kicked my bag under the table and quickly sat down.
“What did I miss?” I whispered to Nicola.
“Patronuses.” Ohmygod finally! I have been waiting for so long to do patronuses.
“Now as I was saying before we were interrupted-” He sent an accusatory glance my way. “Today we will be practicing patronuses. Can anyone tell me what a patronus is used for?” My hand shot up in the air before anyone else’s’. Just as Henning pointed at me to answer, James strode into the room and sat down in his seat. Henning threw his hands up in frustration.
“Is anybody else going to be late today?” He sighed. “Well sod it you can read about it, here’s the incantation for the spell, get going.” Henning flicked his wand and the incantation appeared on the chalk board. I stood up and readied myself. I had never tried the spell before but I knew the theory behind it.
Think of a happy memory.
I racked my brain for something that I thought would enable the spell to work effectively and it wasn’t long before I found one. It wasn’t anything amazing, just something from a simpler time. It was Christmas and I was about nine years old. Petunia woke me up at six o’clock in the morning by jumping on my bed and squealing. We then repeated that on our parents and bounded down the stairs. Tuney and I settled at the foot of the small Christmas tree based in our living room. We opened presents one by one and laughed happily the whole way through. It was one of the last happy Christmases I’d spent with Petunia.
I smiled at the memory and closed my eyes. Focussing on it with everything I had, I whispered the incantation.
A/N- Hey! I'm not entirely sure why I ended the chapter here but I did... hmm.... Well please read and review! I really appreciate them!
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