Post by james godric potter on Oct 31, 2011 17:22:09 GMT -5
FATE FELL SHORT THIS TIME
It was extremely exhausting to be ceaselessly annoying.
It was a miracle that he hadn’t run out of things to write about. He was heading towards ninety letters, all addressed to Lily Evans, all sent from the window of the sixth year boys’ dormitory, all directed to the window of the sixth year girls’ dormitory. Some were full of apologies, all references to little events that had occurred across the years (which he wasn’t surprised he remembered, it wasn’t easy to forget anything involving Lily). Some were strictly for compliments, lists of unique and odd little things that he loved about her (peppered with some sarcasm, and always ending with a comment on her eyes). Some just discussed what he did during the day, some were reasons for her to go out with him, and some were random facts and tidbits that he knew she would find interesting.
Word was spreading about these letters as well.
It all started with James dating Genevieve. Who could have imagined the famed womanizer, man of no commitment, James Potter dating someone exclusively? True, it wasn’t a real relationship, but no one knew that. The point was, he swore off other women for a full couple weeks. No one had seen that coming. That got people talking by itself.
The next trigger was the fact that after James and Gen had their very public, messy breakup…he hadn’t been spotted with anyone, tried to make a move on any girl, or even been with anyone. No sex, no canoodling…nothing. Sure, he was at parties making noise and being the social butterfly as usual, but he never made his way to the dance floor or sidled up to a particular girl like he used to. Instead, he nursed a beer and hung out with a group of friends, straying away from bottles of hard liquor. He still made his stunts, ran the crowd, and played DJ, making sure he was in control and at the center of attention (typical), but something was different. This was also starting to become noticeable.
Then the sixth year Gryffindor girls picked up one of his letters.
All havoc broke loose. James Potter was trying to get with Lily Evans?! It was common knowledge that he’d always tried to get with her, but never exclusively. He’d tried to get with her just like he’d tried to get with every other girl: made attempts, and if they failed…moved on. But not this time. After a week, the sixth year Gryffindor girls couldn’t keep it to themselves anymore, and after a week and a half, it seemed the entire school knew.
James was never embarrassed. Despite the potential of this to be a mortifying situation, he wasn’t the average joe. He was elated with the press. His date-proposal attempts had gotten even more elaborate and public. He asked Lily everywhere: in the common room with flowers, in the Great Hall down on one knee, even in class once. He raised his hand, and the teacher, who had never seen James participate once, was so surprised, that she called on him. Instead of answering the question (he didn’t even know what had been asked), he stood up and started singing a very off-key love ballad, replacing the words “my love” with “my Lily”. It had gotten a couple laughs from his friends, but not the teacher, who gave him a week’s detention (it was worth it).
Some people thought his public attempts were counter-productive…that embarrassing Lily in public would only make her dislike him more. But he was quick and clever. As his public attempts became more flamboyant, his letters became more personal. He stopped having them delivered to her window, instead having them taken to her prefect locker in the Prefect’s Common Room. He didn’t write outright poetry, but his affections were expressed deeper and with more prose. Sometimes he let Remus (only ever Remus) read a few. Hearing his friend read them aloud, he could barely believe he’d written it. It was a very different side of himself that he was choosing to expose to her, and her only: his sensitivity (however slight), his views on philosophical debates, his goals, dreams, questions about life, his passions…anything else. He hoped these would stay with her, and that the silent bond of trust he felt building between them was real, and not just in his imagination.
He’d taken to staying up late in the common room, simply in the hope that she would come down the stairs or through the portrait hole. He hadn’t forgotten their last private conversation, way back in September when he’d first started writing the letters. On this particular night he was feeling very lucky, perched on the couch, his back against an arm and his legs stretched out, a daily prophet lazily propped up on his knees. He just felt like something was going to happen, and why tonight he’d tapped into his senses, he didn’t know. But he just felt like something…anything was going to happen.
He was nervous, but excited, so much so that he jumped every time he heard the slightest disturbance.
TAGS: Lily <3
WORDS: 856
NOTES: Ok so that was a terrible ending, but I tried to set the scene, seeing as it’s been three months. Eeeeee love them. <3
It was a miracle that he hadn’t run out of things to write about. He was heading towards ninety letters, all addressed to Lily Evans, all sent from the window of the sixth year boys’ dormitory, all directed to the window of the sixth year girls’ dormitory. Some were full of apologies, all references to little events that had occurred across the years (which he wasn’t surprised he remembered, it wasn’t easy to forget anything involving Lily). Some were strictly for compliments, lists of unique and odd little things that he loved about her (peppered with some sarcasm, and always ending with a comment on her eyes). Some just discussed what he did during the day, some were reasons for her to go out with him, and some were random facts and tidbits that he knew she would find interesting.
Word was spreading about these letters as well.
It all started with James dating Genevieve. Who could have imagined the famed womanizer, man of no commitment, James Potter dating someone exclusively? True, it wasn’t a real relationship, but no one knew that. The point was, he swore off other women for a full couple weeks. No one had seen that coming. That got people talking by itself.
The next trigger was the fact that after James and Gen had their very public, messy breakup…he hadn’t been spotted with anyone, tried to make a move on any girl, or even been with anyone. No sex, no canoodling…nothing. Sure, he was at parties making noise and being the social butterfly as usual, but he never made his way to the dance floor or sidled up to a particular girl like he used to. Instead, he nursed a beer and hung out with a group of friends, straying away from bottles of hard liquor. He still made his stunts, ran the crowd, and played DJ, making sure he was in control and at the center of attention (typical), but something was different. This was also starting to become noticeable.
Then the sixth year Gryffindor girls picked up one of his letters.
All havoc broke loose. James Potter was trying to get with Lily Evans?! It was common knowledge that he’d always tried to get with her, but never exclusively. He’d tried to get with her just like he’d tried to get with every other girl: made attempts, and if they failed…moved on. But not this time. After a week, the sixth year Gryffindor girls couldn’t keep it to themselves anymore, and after a week and a half, it seemed the entire school knew.
James was never embarrassed. Despite the potential of this to be a mortifying situation, he wasn’t the average joe. He was elated with the press. His date-proposal attempts had gotten even more elaborate and public. He asked Lily everywhere: in the common room with flowers, in the Great Hall down on one knee, even in class once. He raised his hand, and the teacher, who had never seen James participate once, was so surprised, that she called on him. Instead of answering the question (he didn’t even know what had been asked), he stood up and started singing a very off-key love ballad, replacing the words “my love” with “my Lily”. It had gotten a couple laughs from his friends, but not the teacher, who gave him a week’s detention (it was worth it).
Some people thought his public attempts were counter-productive…that embarrassing Lily in public would only make her dislike him more. But he was quick and clever. As his public attempts became more flamboyant, his letters became more personal. He stopped having them delivered to her window, instead having them taken to her prefect locker in the Prefect’s Common Room. He didn’t write outright poetry, but his affections were expressed deeper and with more prose. Sometimes he let Remus (only ever Remus) read a few. Hearing his friend read them aloud, he could barely believe he’d written it. It was a very different side of himself that he was choosing to expose to her, and her only: his sensitivity (however slight), his views on philosophical debates, his goals, dreams, questions about life, his passions…anything else. He hoped these would stay with her, and that the silent bond of trust he felt building between them was real, and not just in his imagination.
He’d taken to staying up late in the common room, simply in the hope that she would come down the stairs or through the portrait hole. He hadn’t forgotten their last private conversation, way back in September when he’d first started writing the letters. On this particular night he was feeling very lucky, perched on the couch, his back against an arm and his legs stretched out, a daily prophet lazily propped up on his knees. He just felt like something was going to happen, and why tonight he’d tapped into his senses, he didn’t know. But he just felt like something…anything was going to happen.
He was nervous, but excited, so much so that he jumped every time he heard the slightest disturbance.
TAGS: Lily <3
WORDS: 856
NOTES: Ok so that was a terrible ending, but I tried to set the scene, seeing as it’s been three months. Eeeeee love them. <3
YOUR SMILE FADES IN THE SUMMER
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