Raw and unbetaed
Wrote this a few minutes ago. I feel significantly less disgruntled now than I did before I wrote it, and I kind of like it, and seeing as this is my journal, I figure that is reason enough to post it.
He pulled her outside into the warm sunshine and poked her and made her giggle in annoyance and want to slap him and push him away and at the same time say things that would deliberately provoke him. Things that she knew would keep him outside and therefore keep her outside. and that's what she needed. The outside world was happening too fast and the world inside hogwarts was moving at a snail's pace as well as the same time moving faster than the outside world and it all became too much to think about. But you did think about it. You turned it all over in your head until one thing blurred into another and there became a sort of pattern, and if one thing broke the pattern, she would start and have to pause for a minute before her mind went back on track. And before long, it seemed as though she was always thinking about that, and it seemed as though there shouldn't be anything else to think about until he poked the side of her stomach and made her squeal in delight and chuck him in the chin and Miss Pince would frown at them and hurry them out and James would say that that doors to outside were closer than Gryffindor tower, might as well go outside. And the smell of the grass and the water and the dirt and the breeze on her skin and the sound of her laughter made her nearly cry with relief that he hadn't given up.
He pulled her outside into the warm sunshine and poked her and made her giggle in annoyance and want to slap him and push him away and at the same time say things that would deliberately provoke him. Things that she knew would keep him outside and therefore keep her outside. and that's what she needed. The outside world was happening too fast and the world inside hogwarts was moving at a snail's pace as well as the same time moving faster than the outside world and it all became too much to think about. But you did think about it. You turned it all over in your head until one thing blurred into another and there became a sort of pattern, and if one thing broke the pattern, she would start and have to pause for a minute before her mind went back on track. And before long, it seemed as though she was always thinking about that, and it seemed as though there shouldn't be anything else to think about until he poked the side of her stomach and made her squeal in delight and chuck him in the chin and Miss Pince would frown at them and hurry them out and James would say that that doors to outside were closer than Gryffindor tower, might as well go outside. And the smell of the grass and the water and the dirt and the breeze on her skin and the sound of her laughter made her nearly cry with relief that he hadn't given up.