Opia {j. potter}

Jouska

𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓀𝒶 (𝓃)
𝒜 𝒽𝓎𝓅𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹.

Okay so maybe James didn't think this one through. 

You see, this did not go at all how it did in James' jouska the night before when he was planning out what he was going to do and say the next day. She didn't say the exact lines that he had imagined her saying and this really threw him off track. He should've known that the Elizabeth in his head and the Elizabeth in real life are not the same. 

James sat on his bed replaying the scene over and over again in his head, well as much as he can remember. 

"Do we have to sit in the front" complained Sirius as James dragged the two boys to the desk right behind Elizabeth. 

"Yes, now shut up and stop complaining," James responded as he sat down in the chair right beside her.There weren't many people in the room yet, but James knew they had to get there early in order to sit towards the front.

Sirius made an annoyed face at Remus, rolling his eyes at their shared best friend. If James wasn't so focused on his plans to annoy Elizabeth he might've even laughed as Remus placed two fingers to his temple, creating a mock gun. Remus made a "pshh"  sound before flopping his head onto the desk in front of him, pretending to die, earning a bark of laughter from his boyfriend.

James began his operation by kicking her chair, he needed her to talk to him first. This proved more difficult than he thought it would be. 

He kicked, then kicked again, and again, and again, making sure it wasn't hard enough for her friends to notice, but light enough that she did. He did this till she finally turned around. 

She was supposed to say something. Why didn't she say anything? 

All she did was look into his eyes and tilt her head before fixing her chair and turning back around in her seat. James didn't notice when Trelawney came into the room because he was too caught up with the fact that he did not prepare for this. He still needed her to talk to him. "Psssttt" he whispered leaning forward. "Psssssttt"  he repeated. "Hey, Rosier," he whisper-screamed, leaning forward so she could better hear him. 

She finally turned around, just to give him a disgusted glare and a roll of her eyes. 

Now he was annoyed. Stares and glances weren't what he needed, he needed her to speak to him. Say something, anything. So he impulsively said the first thing that came to his mind, "Wow, okay. Who died and made you queen." 

He knew that he hit a wrong nerve when she had turned around, hurt evident in her eyes, and whispered "Fuck you, Potter." And that was the last thing he could remember because everything went black and he woke up to Madam Pomfrey forcing a random drink down his throat.

Remus and Sirius filled him in on what he had forgotten. Apparently, Cassidy MacFarlan had hit him with a hex that even some six years cant yet perfect and he passed out. James knew what he said must've been really that bad because Ravenclaws were known for keeping their cool in emergency situations, but what he had said caused Cassidy to flip out. 

Trelawney didn't know what to do and just called for Madam Pomfrey. 

So caught up in his own thoughts, James didn't notice when Sirius entered the room until Aerosmith started to blast out of the record player. He glared at his, now smirking, best friend before groaning and falling back onto his bed. "Now what?" he asked. 

"Fuck if I know, this kinda stuff is more Moony's thing. I do know you hit a nerve though, that can't be a good start. You should've just complimented her or something." 

James now lays in his bed, staring a hole into the ceiling, and planning his next move. Maybe he should apologize? Probably.