“I’m not going to yell at you, Potter,” she said, trying not to roll her eyes, supposing it was a fair conclusion to jump too - Mary running to Lily’s defense to try put the great James Potter in his place, knock him off his pedestal. In the past, though, when Mary would have it out with James about his latest attempt to impress and/or annoy Lily, he was ready with witty comebacks and a slick tongue, as James Potter always was. But this time he just seemed tired at the thought of talking about this at all. It seemed odd, but then again this entire situation seemed a bit surreal. Mary was about to try and convince James that Lily had feelings for him, wasn’t she?
“Lily and I talked and, well, long story short I think…oh bloody hell, I think she has feelings for you, Potter,” she spat out, running a hand through her hair, still unable to believe she was doing this. “I’m actually pretty damn sure of it.” She looked him in the eyes in complete seriousness, waiting to gauge his reaction. James was just, if not more, stubborn that Lily, and she knew that this probably wasn’t going to be an easy thing to convince him of, given Lily and James’ past, which was filled with a lot of phrases such as “not if you were the last bloke on earth” and “you’re an insufferable toe rag.”
James ran a hand through his hair, a habit that in the past had been to give him a windswept, Witches Weekly look, but now was a sign of distraction or stress. Well, maybe he still did it around Evans for a reason. Did. Not anymore.
But the fact that Mary wasn’t here to yell at him did disturb him. It was plain odd, supposing that Lily had run to her best friend right after their…fight, and if she had looked anything like she had when she’d left James, he was sure Mary would be after his bollocks.
“Wait, wait,” he said, nearly cutting her off at her explanation. “She has feelings for me? I think you’re a bit confused, Mary. Her feelings are probably more ‘going to murder you in a way that looks like an accident with the Giant Squid.’ Sounds barking mad.”
And even though the Gryffindor looked serious, James wouldn’t believe her, because she hadn’t given him one reason to think she wanted to help him. Ever. Unless she believed she was helping Lily, but to help Lily by bringing her closer to James was ridiculous, at least in his mind. Lily clearly wanted nothing to do with him anymore, though he was the one who had avoided her to an almost crazy extent the last week. Well, it wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t the best at confrontation, and he’d had enough drama so far to last him the rest of his life. Besides, he didn’t want to see those eyes, or that hair, or those lips…fucking hell.
She expected his reaction, but it still made her a bit frustrated…and nervous. What if she wouldn’t be able to convince him that this was true? But she was sure of it, after the way Lily acted last night. She just had to make Lily, and James too, see it and wrap their own stubborn minds around it. She didn’t know why this mattered so much to her. Mary wasn’t selfish, but she usually kept to her own business as much as she could, seeing as everyone else, sans Lily, usually annoyed her. Maybe it was because Lily deserved more than anyone to be happy and Mary saw a way in which she could finally help the girl who was always helping her. In a crazy, twisted way, it seemed that James was the person that would give that to Lily, and her red headed friend seemed to know that in her subconscious.
"Look, can we just skip past the whole me convincing you with long, confusing explanation about how the female brain works, and just go straight to you believing me? I know it sounds crazy, trust me, but I know Lily better than anyone and I’m certain of it, okay? Lily is just…complicated.” It was a lame explanation, but she didn’t know what else she could say without diving into every tiny detail of their conversation the previous night. Because Lily hadn’t actually said it, but it was their in everything Lily had refused to say. ”But she feels something for you, Potter, and not in the murder you way, in the warm fuzzy I’d-sure-like-to-kiss-that-bloke-again way. But she’s just scared of what those feelings mean, after your past and everything.”