Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2013 19:17:01 GMT -8
Of course, he was running late. As fate would have it, this afternoon was supposed to be his very first rendezvous with the lovely and vivacious Lillian Marie Evans. In the wee hours of the morning, at precisely 4am, Samantha DeLinco, current captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, took the 6th year boy's dormitory by storm. In a frenzied slue of curses and relatively destructive spells, James heard vehement ranting's about one Bradley Parker being scouted for the British National team. Parker, self proclaimed to be 'The Bash', was the ring leader for the Hufflepuff's, the reigning Hogwarts Cup champions. To the charismatic and loyal Sam, this meant only one concept was even remotely feasible: revenge. In her frantic and hysterical outburst, she had insisted on a rigorous four hour practice session, followed by two hours of tactical strategizing. The 7th year was determined to claim victory for Gryffindor on this, her very last year at the academy.
On any other day of his existence, James would have been just as enthusiastic about the pursuit of triumph as she, but not on this particular Saturday. No, this was to be his very first official date with Lily, and he was now more than 15 minutes behind schedule. Stumbling out of the steaming shower, he quickly dried himself with a luxuriously soft towel, not bothering with his hair- air would have to fit the bill in that case. He tossed on a pair of pristine black trousers, coordinating the article with his favorite white v-neck. James nearly headed out the door without even placing shoes on his feet, had his toes not developed a brisk chill, he would have forgotten them entirely. He slid on his rugged and worn brown moccasins before bounding out of the dormitory, slipping down the stairs and out of the portrait of the Fat Lady, into the continuous corridors of Hogwarts.
James nearly collided with several students around every corner he took, and though at first her was sure it was due to his hurried nature, he soon ascertained otherwise. He felt the empty expanse of skin at the bridge of his nose and realized he must have left his glasses on the counter of his shared bathroom. With a sigh of frustration, he pulled his wand and uttered a stern and forceful "Accio glasses!" He had not the time for waiting about, and so he continued his journey to the entrance before the Great Hall. Within a matter of seconds, his precious metal frames levitated into his hands, and he quickly set them to their proper position over his eyes. There now, his vision was much improved and he was more than satisfied with his optical enhancement. James slowed his pace, causally sauntered down the Grand Staircase in an attempt to uphold the façade that he'd simply been fashionably late. His eyes caught a glimpse of Lily, his Lily, and her gloriously flaming red locks. She was hypnotizing and magnetic, and as such he was bound by an unstoppable attraction to once again race towards his destination. "Lily, you look beautiful as always. So sorry that I'm running a tad late." he whispered breathlessly in apology.
