Mary MacDonald



James and Mary || Planning 

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“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.” 


James and Mary || Planning 

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itsmarymacdonald:

His eyes still wide, James watched in confusion as she marched over to the chairs and took a seat. 

“Please, make yourself at home,” he said dryly. “Even if women are mysterious, you can’t just walk through walls. How’d you get in here?”

He groaned. Of course-Mary was Lily’s best friend. So why was Mary here and not screaming at him for her friend’s sake? Maybe Lily had given her the password, but obviously not for this. Mary and James had never exactly gotten along.

“Nevermind,” he said, following her eyes to the clock. He was too groggy for any of this to compute, so he stared at her dumbly. “Evans will be back? What about it? She lives here.” 

What the bloody hell was going on? 

He didn’t need Evans in his head, not again. He could barely sleep without dreaming of her, and it was really fucking him up. Why couldn’t she just admit she hated him and that they would never actually date? But of course, that wasn’t Lily’s style. He’d apparently have to suffer until they graduated. 

“Obviously.” Mary said impatiently, crossing her arms over her chest. “I actually…came to talk to you.” She continued, trying to sound a bit nicer. She wasn’t exactly sure how to act around James. She didn’t necessarily dislike him. She disliked how much of a living hell he had made Lily’s life the past six years, and the fact that he could be an annoying prat. He was clever, seemed loyal, and some of his pranks were bloody brilliant, but out of respect for her best friend, she wasn’t his biggest fan, simply on principle. 

After Mary and Lily’s conversation, though, that all had changed, hadn’t it? And she wasn’t going behind Lily’s back, really…okay maybe she was but it was all in Lily’s best interest, and to get Lily to see what she was too stubborn to see herself, right? Either way, she figured she would have to be at least sort of nice for James for him to believe her and for this mad, impossible plan to have any chance of working.

“Lily, um, told me about what happened the other night….you know-with the kissing, and stuff.” She said, a bit awkwardly. After all, she was talking about James Potter and Lily Evans kissing. Yup, still sounded weird.

James blinked, wondering if he was still asleep. Mary hated him. She had always hated him, but now here she was, wanting to have a little chat after magically appearing in the common area. Mental. Maybe Sirius would drop by in a pink bikini with Moony on a leash. That might be more normal than what was actually happening.

He frowned, though, as she continued talking and he was pulled away from his sleep-drunk musings. Great. Just great. The kissing and stuff.

“Look, if you came here just to yell at me, don’t bother,” he said, trying to relax and look unperturbed, but instead he sounded weary. She didn’t seem angry, but why else would she be here except to chastise him for being so rash?  In the end, he had yelled at himself enough for everyone. It was he who had been rejected, who had seen the look on Evan’s face. That silence was worse than any harsh words he’d ever received.

"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.” 


ooc: SORRY SORRY 

I’m here. I’ve been working really long shifts at work this week because we’re short on staff and also only have a thread with James atm but Krista doesn’t have a computer but I will be more active starting on Wednesday (because I’m currently chilling out in Iowa with Krista yay) 

Thanks for your patience!


James and Mary || Planning 

sirjamesbloodypotter:

Mary stepped back, a bit surprised at James flying about three feet in the air. She shouldn’t have been though, because she was exactly the same when someone woke her up unexpectedly. But then she let out a snort of laughter. It was rather amusing startling James Potter - it didn’t happen very often.

She rolled her eyes at his exclamations. “Women are mysterious,” she said dryly, walking across the room and taking a seat in a comfy chair across from the sofa. “Just get over the fact that I’m here, because as hard as it is for you Potter, I need you to focus. Lily will be back soon,” she continued quickly, glancing up at the clock. Twenty-seven minutes.

His eyes still wide, James watched in confusion as she marched over to the chairs and took a seat. 

“Please, make yourself at home,” he said dryly. “Even if women are mysterious, you can’t just walk through walls. How’d you get in here?”

He groaned. Of course-Mary was Lily’s best friend. So why was Mary here and not screaming at him for her friend’s sake? Maybe Lily had given her the password, but obviously not for this. Mary and James had never exactly gotten along.

“Nevermind,” he said, following her eyes to the clock. He was too groggy for any of this to compute, so he stared at her dumbly. “Evans will be back? What about it? She lives here.” 

What the bloody hell was going on? 

He didn’t need Evans in his head, not again. He could barely sleep without dreaming of her, and it was really fucking him up. Why couldn’t she just admit she hated him and that they would never actually date? But of course, that wasn’t Lily’s style. He’d apparently have to suffer until they graduated. 

"Obviously." Mary said impatiently, crossing her arms over her chest. "I actually…came to talk to you." She continued, trying to sound a bit nicer. She wasn’t exactly sure how to act around James. She didn’t necessarily dislike him. She disliked how much of a living hell he had made Lily’s life the past six years, and the fact that he could be an annoying prat. He was clever, seemed loyal, and some of his pranks were bloody brilliant, but out of respect for her best friend, she wasn’t his biggest fan, simply on principle. 

After Mary and Lily’s conversation, though, that all had changed, hadn’t it? And she wasn’t going behind Lily’s back, really…okay maybe she was but it was all in Lily’s best interest, and to get Lily to see what she was too stubborn to see herself, right? Either way, she figured she would have to be at least sort of nice for James for him to believe her and for this mad, impossible plan to have any chance of working.

"Lily, um, told me about what happened the other night….you know-with the kissing, and stuff." She said, a bit awkwardly. After all, she was talking about James Potter and Lily Evans kissing. Yup, still sounded weird.


James and Mary  

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itsmarymacdonald:

Mary walked the corridor quickly, trying to remember where exactly Lily had told her the Head Dorms were, seeing as she still hadn’t visited her best friend’s new quarters. She had been walking around aimlessly for fifteen minutes and Lily would only be in class for another half hour and there wasn’t even a guarantee that James would be in his dorm, putting her back at square one. The dorms hadn’t been on the fifth floor near that obscenely rude portrait of Gregory the something or other, nor on the third floor near the stature that had only one leg. She continued on, muttering curses under her breath and wishing she would have listened to Lily more carefully. She was too proud to ask portraits for help.

She was about to cave into humility, or give up, when alas! A door reading ‘Head Dormitory’ seemed to appear out of nowhere in the stone wall to her right. “About time,” she muttered, pausing for a moment in front of the door, which had a lion head etched into it, probably in honor of Gryffindor House as the heads this year.

Mary had told Lily she needed to borrow her Transfiguration notes which were conveniently in Lily’s dorm, and Lily gave her the week’s password. Now remembering it was the only issue. “Bollocks…um, it’s a dragon, isn’t it. Er…Hungarian Horntail?” Nothing. “Chinese Firebolt?” Still nothing. She looked for a handle to jiggle, but there wasn’t one. “Bloody hell, erm…Norwidgeon Richback!” She half-yelled at the door. The lion opened it’s mouth and a handle appeared. “Brilliant, thanks,” she told the door sarcastically, turning the knob and letting herself in.

She found herself in a common room of sorts, not unlike the Gryffindor one, except that it was much smaller - suited for two people. And she instantely noticed the jet black hair of the boy in question-one James Potter, laying out the sofa and obviously sleeping. His mouth was open slightly and he looked…innocent? That was a strange sight-James Potter, without the usual air of superiority and mischievous expression. 

She felt a bit awkward, watching him sleep, but she wasn’t quite sure how to wake him up. She shifted the bag on her shoulder and walked slowly over to him, taking a deep breath and preparing herself for the plan she was about to reveal to him.

“Potter,” she said at a normal volume. He didn’t react. “Oi, Potter!” she said a bit more harshly. He remained asleep, and she huffed in annoyance. Was he asleep or dead. “Potter, WAKE UP!” she yelled, reaching an arm down and shaking his shoulder roughly.

James shifted on the couch, deep in a vivid dream. He was sitting atop the whomping willow, a bag of chocolates in his hand. Beneath him, Moony and Padfoot were romping around in the grass as he tossed them down. Wormtail was sitting on the knot in the tree, merely watching the two canines dive for the chocolates. 

There was a fire on the lake, but he didn’t want to look at it. Someone really should deal with that, but not him. The longer he didn’t look, the more panicked he became; his eyes kept wanting to reel back towards the flickering water. 

But when he turned, his world began to shake, and his eyes shot open to see a familiar, disgruntled face. James let out a less than manly scream as he shot straight up, clutching the blanket to his chest. 

“Mary! You scared the fucking bollocks off me!” he yelled, checking to make sure he didn’t have any strange-dream morning wood. Nope. All clear. It was definitely a bad idea to nap there. “What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?”

His mind was horribly groggy as the images of the burning water drifted from his head to an unrecoverable place. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he winced and looked out the window. Bright sunlight- must be the early afternoon. He hadn’t been sleeping more than two hours. 

Mary stepped back, a bit surprised at James flying about three feet in the air. She shouldn’t have been though, because she was exactly the same when someone woke her up unexpectedly. But then she let out a snort of laughter. It was rather amusing startling James Potter - it didn’t happen very often.

She rolled her eyes at his exclamations. “Women are mysterious,” she said dryly, walking across the room and taking a seat in a comfy chair across from the sofa. “Just get over the fact that I’m here, because as hard as it is for you Potter, I need you to focus. Lily will be back soon,” she continued quickly, glancing up at the clock. Twenty-seven minutes.


James and Mary  

Mary walked the corridor quickly, trying to remember where exactly Lily had told her the Head Dorms were, seeing as she still hadn’t visited her best friend’s new quarters. She had been walking around aimlessly for fifteen minutes and Lily would only be in class for another half hour and there wasn’t even a guarantee that James would be in his dorm, putting her back at square one. The dorms hadn’t been on the fifth floor near that obscenely rude portrait of Gregory the something or other, nor on the third floor near the stature that had only one leg. She continued on, muttering curses under her breath and wishing she would have listened to Lily more carefully. She was too proud to ask portraits for help.

She was about to cave into humility, or give up, when alas! A door reading ‘Head Dormitory’ seemed to appear out of nowhere in the stone wall to her right. “About time,” she muttered, pausing for a moment in front of the door, which had a lion head etched into it, probably in honor of Gryffindor House as the heads this year.

Mary had told Lily she needed to borrow her Transfiguration notes which were conveniently in Lily’s dorm, and Lily gave her the week’s password. Now remembering it was the only issue. “Bollocks…um, it’s a dragon, isn’t it. Er…Hungarian Horntail?” Nothing. “Chinese Firebolt?” Still nothing. She looked for a handle to jiggle, but there wasn’t one. “Bloody hell, erm…Norwidgeon Richback!” She half-yelled at the door. The lion opened it’s mouth and a handle appeared. “Brilliant, thanks,” she told the door sarcastically, turning the knob and letting herself in.

She found herself in a common room of sorts, not unlike the Gryffindor one, except that it was much smaller - suited for two people. And she instantely noticed the jet black hair of the boy in question-one James Potter, laying out the sofa and obviously sleeping. His mouth was open slightly and he looked…innocent? That was a strange sight-James Potter, without the usual air of superiority and mischievous expression. 

She felt a bit awkward, watching him sleep, but she wasn’t quite sure how to wake him up. She shifted the bag on her shoulder and walked slowly over to him, taking a deep breath and preparing herself for the plan she was about to reveal to him.

"Potter," she said at a normal volume. He didn’t react. "Oi, Potter!" she said a bit more harshly. He remained asleep, and she huffed in annoyance. Was he asleep or dead. "Potter, WAKE UP!" she yelled, reaching an arm down and shaking his shoulder roughly.


Mary MacDonald: mslilyevns: Lily ran blindly down the corridor, hardly knowing where... 

mslilyevns:

“I know.” Mary agreed lamely. She had never really been good at boy advice, especially in a situation as complicated as this. “It might suck but just, be honest with him?” Be honest with yourself. Mary really just wanted to go to bed so she could wake up and find James. Whatever Lily ended up telling him was not going to be the truth. ”I’m really terrible at the best friend thing at three in the morning, I’m sorry Lily,” she apologized as she let out a big yawn. The alertness that she had felt was starting to wear off, and she could feel the lateness of the hour pulling at her. But as long as Lily needed her, she would stay up.

“What are you gonna tell him when you do see him? I would say just get really good at Disillusionment charms, but you share a dorm and everything so that might be tricky.”

“Right. Be honest,” Lily repeated. But she had no idea what that meant. What could she even say to him? Everything was so muddled, and it was starting to make her head ache. She liked clear problems, with clear solutions. This was just a mess.

“I guess that when I do see him…I’ll just see what he does. He may not want to talk to me at all.” That seemed like the most likely option. Or he’d make some crude joke at her that didn’t mean anything and be on his way, to go find some other girl to try and fuck. She didn’t really want to consider that option too much.

She stood up, pulling her hands out of Mary’s. “I’m sorry, I know it’s late, I shouldn’t have woken you up at all. I- I feel better now, I should go back to the dorm,” she said. She didn’t really feel better, but she didn’t know how anyone could make that different now. She might as well just go back to her room and hope that James was already asleep. “Thanks for helping out Mar.”

"Lil, shut up, you can always wake me up when you need something. You’re the only one who gets that privilege t-t-though,” Mary said, unable to suppress another yawn. “Don’t worry about seeing Potter, you’ll be fine, really. The more you stress the worse it’ll be,” Mary said, trying to place an encouraging smile on her face.

Really though, Mary didn’t know how much better things were going to get for Lily if she kept lying to herself about her obvious feelings for the boy in question. Mary had a plan, and honestly she couldn’t wait to put it into action. She just had to convince James to go along with it as well. In the long run she just wanted her best friend to be happy, and right now, this seemed like the best way to get there. She let herself fall back to her pillow as Lily stood up to leave.

"Anytime Lil," she mumbled. She could already feel sleep pulling at her again. It was after four in the morning now.


Mary MacDonald: mslilyevns: Lily ran blindly down the corridor, hardly knowing where... 

mslilyevns:

itsmarymacdonald:

mslilyevns:

“Well how else could I respond to kissing James? It’s not like I could just laugh it off!” Lily said. She was starting to feel that panic rising up in her again that told her to run. This was getting too uncomfortably close to home for her. She wasn’t interested in figuring out whether or not she had feelings for James. She just wanted to keep herself from getting hurt and graduate Hogwarts as unscathed as possible. There was enough threats outside of the walls without having to worry about stupid, romantic things while still enrolled.

“Honestly Mary, I don’t like James. You should know that,” she said firmly. And really, she believed it. It had to be true, otherwise she had seven years worth of distaste that she would have to face.

Mary let out a little sigh and studied her best friend for a moment. She didn’t want Lily to be cross with her for this, but it seemed to be heading in that direction. Mary usually held her ground if she believed in something, but Lily could be even more stubborn than her, and she was obviously not going to accept this, not yet.Mary couldn’t really blame her with Lily and James’ history, but there had to be some other way to show Lily what she was denying…

“Fine. Okay, you win. You don’t like James,” she said, holding up her hands in surrender. And a plan started forming in her mind, that could either be completely mad or brilliant…maybe a little bit of each. She would need to find Potter tomorrow. “But you’re alright?”

Lily was a bit taken aback by how quickly Mary had agreed with her. She had half been expecting to have to fight for a few hours to try and convince her (and herself) that she didn’t have feelings for James. But just like that, she had given up. Lily hoped that it was because of the early hour and not something else.

“I guess so,” she said with a sigh. “I just…can’t imagine facing James again. I guess that’s all.”

"I know." Mary agreed lamely. She had never really been good at boy advice, especially in a situation as complicated as this. "It might suck but just, be honest with him?" Be honest with yourself. Mary really just wanted to go to bed so she could wake up and find James. Whatever Lily ended up telling him was not going to be the truth. ”I’m really terrible at the best friend thing at three in the morning, I’m sorry Lily,” she apologized as she let out a big yawn. The alertness that she had felt was starting to wear off, and she could feel the lateness of the hour pulling at her. But as long as Lily needed her, she would stay up.

"What are you gonna tell him when you do see him? I would say just get really good at Disillusionment charms, but you share a dorm and everything so that might be tricky."


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Mary MacDonald: mslilyevns: Lily ran blindly down the corridor, hardly knowing where... 

mslilyevns:

itsmarymacdonald:

mslilyevns:

“But he’s an annoying git who you snogged back and then snogged again and then proceeded to have a mental break down over. There’s more going on here than him getting on your nerves,” Mary insisted.

Of course Lily wasn’t going to accept this  - not right away at least, as obvious as it seemed to Mary now. Lily and James were, well, Lily and James. Things had never been simple between them. They were both stubborn and clever and prideful and pushed each other to the brink of insanity sometimes, but somewhere in between the bickering and fighting, something else had obviously been happened and was starting to reveal itself in the form of snogging and tears.

Mary became a bit concerned then, wondering if Lily could get hurt because of this in the long run - if anything happened with her and James. He had asked Lily out a million and one times, but Mary could never quite tell if he actually liked her or just wanted the satisfaction of finally shagging the one girl in school who he couldn’t have. Lily had said James looked hurt when she pulled away, which might mean the former, but she couldn’t help but feel protective about the situation.

Mary was talking sense, and it was driving Lily mad. She didn’t know what she could say to her to convince her that she didn’t have feelings for James, but she felt like it was imperative. If she couldn’t even convince her best friend, how was she supposed to believe it for herself? 

She still didn’t understand why she had kissed him back. Part of her wanted to blame it on hormones, or maybe the ongoing curiosity of whether or not he actually was a good kisser after all. Maybe she had just gotten tired of looking over at him during class and suddenly wondering what his lips would taste like. Now, that could be out of her head. If she could stop thinking about the kiss, that is.

“Well I don’t know what’s going on with James and I,” she said firmly, letting out an exasperated sigh. She almost didn’t want to know, if she was honest with herself. “But what I do know is that I can’t like him. He’s a git and we have no chemistry at all and he just drives me mad, thats all.”

“You can’t like him?” Mary repeated, raising her eyebrows. “I don’t think it exactly works like that, Lil. He may be a git but you two bicker like an old married couple and you just came in here crying because you kissed him and hurt his feelings, so like it or not that’s not all.

It sounded mad hearing those words  come out of her mouth. Mary never thought she would see the day she tried to encourage Lily to admit feelings for James Potter. But the way this was affecting Lily so much, it could only end badly if she repressed things, right?

“Well how else could I respond to kissing James? It’s not like I could just laugh it off!” Lily said. She was starting to feel that panic rising up in her again that told her to run. This was getting too uncomfortably close to home for her. She wasn’t interested in figuring out whether or not she had feelings for James. She just wanted to keep herself from getting hurt and graduate Hogwarts as unscathed as possible. There was enough threats outside of the walls without having to worry about stupid, romantic things while still enrolled.

“Honestly Mary, I don’t like James. You should know that,” she said firmly. And really, she believed it. It had to be true, otherwise she had seven years worth of distaste that she would have to face.

Mary let out a little sigh and studied her best friend for a moment. She didn’t want Lily to be cross with her for this, but it seemed to be heading in that direction. Mary usually held her ground if she believed in something, but Lily could be even more stubborn than her, and she was obviously not going to accept this, not yet.Mary couldn’t really blame her with Lily and James’ history, but there had to be some other way to show Lily what she was denying…

"Fine. Okay, you win. You don’t like James," she said, holding up her hands in surrender. And a plan started forming in her mind, that could either be completely mad or brilliant…maybe a little bit of each. She would need to find Potter tomorrow. "But you’re alright?"


Mary MacDonald: mslilyevns: Lily ran blindly down the corridor, hardly knowing where... 

mslilyevns:

“But he’s an annoying git who you snogged back and then snogged again and then proceeded to have a mental break down over. There’s more going on here than him getting on your nerves,” Mary insisted.

Of course Lily wasn’t going to accept this  - not right away at least, as obvious as it seemed to Mary now. Lily and James were, well, Lily and James. Things had never been simple between them. They were both stubborn and clever and prideful and pushed each other to the brink of insanity sometimes, but somewhere in between the bickering and fighting, something else had obviously been happened and was starting to reveal itself in the form of snogging and tears.

Mary became a bit concerned then, wondering if Lily could get hurt because of this in the long run - if anything happened with her and James. He had asked Lily out a million and one times, but Mary could never quite tell if he actually liked her or just wanted the satisfaction of finally shagging the one girl in school who he couldn’t have. Lily had said James looked hurt when she pulled away, which might mean the former, but she couldn’t help but feel protective about the situation.

Mary was talking sense, and it was driving Lily mad. She didn’t know what she could say to her to convince her that she didn’t have feelings for James, but she felt like it was imperative. If she couldn’t even convince her best friend, how was she supposed to believe it for herself? 

She still didn’t understand why she had kissed him back. Part of her wanted to blame it on hormones, or maybe the ongoing curiosity of whether or not he actually was a good kisser after all. Maybe she had just gotten tired of looking over at him during class and suddenly wondering what his lips would taste like. Now, that could be out of her head. If she could stop thinking about the kiss, that is.

“Well I don’t know what’s going on with James and I,” she said firmly, letting out an exasperated sigh. She almost didn’t want to know, if she was honest with herself. “But what I do know is that I can’t like him. He’s a git and we have no chemistry at all and he just drives me mad, thats all.”

"You can’t like him?” Mary repeated, raising her eyebrows. “I don’t think it exactly works like that, Lil. He may be a git but you two bicker like an old married couple and you just came in here crying because you kissed him and hurt his feelings, so like it or not that’s not all.

It sounded mad hearing those words  come out of her mouth. Mary never thought she would see the day she tried to encourage Lily to admit feelings for James Potter. But the way this was affecting Lily so much, it could only end badly if she repressed things, right?