Gryffindor Common Room

[lilium_evansiae]

James's son. Yeah. Yeah, I am. And yours.

Lily Evans is sitting in the Gryffindor common room, with her arithmancy book open across her lap. Every once in a while, she glances down at it, realizes that she doesn't recognize a single word of it, starts over at the top of the page ... and then her attention drifts off again.

James's son. Yeah.

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[alotofgood]

Oh, but it's generally difficult to ignore James Potter.

Whenever he's in a room, he almost always makes sure of that.

It's in the Potter gene.

Or, well. It's in his genes, anyway.

(Though, strangely, it's not on his agenda this evening.)

He's lounging in one of the great armchairs across the room, tossing a Quaffle up into the air and catching it with the ease of someone who's done this a million times.

Then, quite suddenly, there's the dull thudding sound of a Quaffle being left on the floor and a boy making his way over to the girl with ginger hair.

"Has there been something on my face the past few days that I haven't been able to spot, Evans?"

A quick glance at Perdita.

"Hullo, Perdita."

[lilium_evansiae]

"Potter," Perdita says, with a nod. "I do believe that's my cue to depart."

She stands, leaving the seat next to Lily's empty.

(Lily makes a mental note to get her back for that, later.)

Lily doesn't look up from her book.

Arithmancy requires a great deal of concentration, after all.

[alotofgood]

James slides into that empty seat quite easily.

It's almost as though he'd always been sitting there.

He even takes to leaning back a little.

"No, really," he goes on. "I'd been checking the mirror, you know, because there's absolutely no way you would've been staring at me otherwise. Unless you've changed your mind."

[lilium_evansiae]

Lily sighs, lowers her book, and turns to face him.

Her expression is roughly the same one she'd use for something that had crawled out from under a particularly slimy rock.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."