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carlotta meloni was positively lovely - the life and times

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James would swear he didn’t believe in fate, but there she was, and fate seemed kind of difficult to deny just now. Lily Evans stood outside the Common Room, a short distance from the portrait of the Fat Lady, drink in hand and far off look on her dream-cast face. She had wrapped around her shoulders a scarlet blanket—protection from the drafty corridors—and she tugged at it every few seconds, like a habitual twitch. The torches gave her pale skin a golden glow, sparked her eyes, and illuminated every strand of red hair. As she unconsciously chewed her lip, James forgot and remembered why he was there. He didn’t believe in fate, but what a coincidence.

The Life and Times by Jules (from chapter fourteen - for accio-womp)

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Sirius concentrated for a moment, as though contemplated how to best phrase this. At length, he began: “Prongs, Moony, Wormtail and I became mates in second year, right?”
“Right…”
“…And there wasn’t—wasn’t really a reason for it. I mean, I couldn’t explain it. One day the four of us just… clicked, or something. See?”
“So far…”
“And when we were younger, I’d always assumed that the four of us would—you know—end up old, mad bachelors together, chasing twenty-two year old witches and getting hammered and never really getting old, you know?”
“Mature.”
“Yes, well… the thing is—I don’t see that anymore. For some reason, and I can’t explain it anymore than I can explain the fact that Wormtail and Prongs are best mates, because you wouldn’t believe it to look at them—you, Evans, click.”
“I click?”
“You click.”
“Meaning?”
Sirius smirked. “It means that you had better adjust to the four of us fucking things up, because when you marry Prongs, you’re stuck with us. We’re sort of a collection—only come as the set, you know.”
Lily couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s very nice, Black, but I have no intention of marrying James.”
This detail failed to concern Sirius. “Sure, Ginger. Give it a year, yeah?”

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Oh but that one night
Was more than just right
I didn’t leave you
‘Cause I was all through

“We’ve been drinking!” she sputtered far too loudly.

She stepped back, removing her hands from James and lacing them together behind her back, as though afraid they might act without her permission. James took a step back too, looking like he’d had the wind knocked out of him, as he ran one hand through his thick hair.

“I’m sorry,” Lily apologized frantically, picking up her purse again. “I didn’t… I should have…”

Oh, I was overwhelmed
And frankly scared as hell
Because I really fell for you

She liked James Potter.

She really, really liked James Potter.

Lily realized this… for a few clear, hopeful, comforting seconds, Lily realized exactly what she wanted, and it was the first time she had really known this for a very long time. She felt a glow of enlightenment, as one often does when they arrive late at self revelation—when they finally have a grip on what, exactly, would make them truly, ridiculously ecstatic at that instant in time. And what a thing to discover, that it should be James Potter… James Potter, who had liked her once before, and might like her again, if given encouragement…

For a moment—only about nine and a half thrilling, wonderful seconds—Lily was happy. People hurried past her, shouting and talking but mute; the train revved and roared, but silently; her heart pounded, the heat rose in her face. This was going to be a good year.

Then, into the frame of her sight which had now narrowed and centered on James Potter, a new figure entered. Brunette and lovely and flawless, Carlotta Meloni appeared. She wrapped her thin, sun-kissed arms around James’s neck and kissed him on the lips.

And James kissed Carlotta back.

On the upside of a downward spiral
My love for you went viral

“Lily,” he began quietly and suddenly, and it was clear in the utterance of those two syllables that this was the real reason for their visit that night; he paused before completing the thought: “do you—do you fancy James?”

It ought to have been a shocking question. It ought to have stunned Lily, but it didn’t. She’d been expecting it—all along, she’d thought that even though she hadn’t told a soul, hadn’t said a word, someone must notice. And she’d known that that was why Remus was concerned for her, and why Sirius had wanted to have a chat, and all of it.

The simple, awful question that she had so expertly avoided all week in the face of Carlotta and Shelley chaos now appeared again: silly and insignificant and awful and painful as before.

She didn’t even really have to answer.

“Please don’t tell him,” she replied softly.

And I loved you every mile you drove away

“Everyone in this room,” she said instead, eyes moving between Sirius, Remus, Peter, and the spaces above the respective heads of the other two, “has something to say to at least one of the others. Here’s my part of it, okay? Leave me alone. All of you. Just please, I am begging you, leave me out of it. And I know that now, you’re all thinking, well, if you want to be left out of it, Evans, perhaps you should take a stab at not dragging everyone around and telling them what to do, but I’m only doing this because I—care about some of you, and—tolerate the rest of you, and I’m really, really just trying to do what’s right by everyone, and I am hoping to God that you all will do the same.”

The door swung shut behind Lily, and James stared, bewildered, at everyone else. “Is she all right?” he wanted to know, but no one seemed to have a response, and so he followed her out onto the stair. “Oi—Snaps!” He ignored a few seconds years perched along some steps immediately below Lily. “Are you okay?”

She turned to face him, and there was something vaguely manic about her visage. “No,” she assured him, shaking her head. “Not really, but—it’s fine. Really, you know, because—I truly despise this boat, but, as ghastly as it is… I know that I’m going to be… just fine. And that’s a nice thing to know about yourself, you know?”

Positively drowning in his confusion, James shook his head: “Not at all.”

Lily calmed. “Never mind,” she said, her smile softening. “You should go in there, now. I’ll—see you tomorrow.”

But now here you are again

“No girlfriend, no Carlotta. Explain. And, tell the truth…” He sounded genuinely concerned: “You didn’t murder her and hide the body, right?”

“We talked,” said James. “And we decided not to get back together. And then she went to sleep.”

So let’s skip the, “How you been?” and
Get down to the “more than friends” at last

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“Christ, Moony, I’m not going to get myself hurt!” James shouted. “The—the bloody tunnel leads right into the village, and I can apparate to my house—it’s not…”

“Well what about when someone notices you’re gone?” Peter spoke up. “What about your detentions—if you’re caught, you could be expelled. And McGonagall will definitely notice now!”

-Chapter 35