𝑀𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒻𝓁𝓊𝑜𝓊𝓈 (𝒶𝒹𝒿)
𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒽, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇.James spent the rest of that day thinking about Elizabeth.
The way her eyes looked staring into his.
The way her mouth moved when she spoke to him.
The way her body stood, straighter than before. She didn't look as tired anymore. She looked more like herself.
He could again see the wheels turning in her brain as he talked to her and this sight made him so happy that he didn't care if those little wheels were working to conspire something against him.James couldn't stop thinking about her voice. It was mellifluous. It was music to his ears. To hear her say his name, "Potter."
He wanted more.
He needed more.Now he just had to figure out how, again. How to get her to speak to him, without hurting her. Definitely without hurting her.
He never wants to do that again.The look in her eyes when he said those words will haunt him forever.
So James started oh phase 2 of his new operation
Operation: Make her Fall Madly in Love with Me.
Phase 1: Get her to say something to me. ✓Phase 2: Get her to start a conversation with me first.
Phase 3: Ask her out (do this until she says yes)
Phase 4: Take her out on the best date of her life. (end with polite snog at Ravenclaw door)
Phase 5: Be the best boyfriend ever.
Phase 6: Boom! We're in love.
The operation seemed simple enough to James. Always the cocky Gryffindor, he was confident that he could do it and he was ready for the challenge.
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It has been approximately 10 days since he started Phase 2 and he has yet to complete it. Every time they talk it has always been him starting the conversation.
Everyone within his friend group slowly became more and more annoyed with his pursuit of her. Remus, Sirius, and Peter had stopped walking with James in the hallways because he would always go out of his way to pass her and they didn't want to walk the long way.
They were all sitting at the Gryffindor table for lunch, James' infatuation being the topic of interest for today. Everyone seemed to have different opinions on the situation and weren't afraid to express them.
"I don't know guys, she doesn't seem that interested in him at all," Peter comments. They all grunted in agreeance. It was true. Every attempt he made restuled in either being ingored or getting hexed.
"But just cause she doesn't like me right now, doesn't mean she never will," James piped up. He was extra hopeful that day because just the day before he was able to have a small conversation with her in Transfiguration, no ignoring, no hexes, just a short conversation. Yea, she may have looked annoyed, but he still deemed it as major progress.
"I, for one, think they would be quite cute together," Lily adds.
"Thank you! At least someone agrees with me. I am just trying to do a public service and create a cute couple that everyone can look up to." James says smugly, "If you really think about it, I'm doing this for you guys.
"Well I, for one, couldn't care less about Potter's love life. Now, quick Dorcas is coming. Does my hair look good?" Marlene begins to run her fingers through her hair, getting out any knots as her crush walks over.
Lily nods at her friend, reassuring her that she looks fine when Dorcas comes up to the table. As carefree as ever Dorcas takes a seat right between Sirius and Peter, facing James. "Thank you." She stated, her voice was soft and filled with gratitude, but still managed to get the message across that her words were serious. They were genuine.
And with that Dorcas got up from the table, "Bye Dorcas," Marlene waved after her. The girl turned around and responded politely with a big smile and a wave of her hand. Marlene had a crush on Dorcas since the 2nd year, but was unsure of the girls sexual orientation and never wanted to push anything on her. Dorcas, who labeled herself as pansexual, was too oblivious to notice this crush, but couldn't help heart from skipping a beat when Marlene spoke her name.
"So... what was that all about," Peter asked, very confused about the situation. They all turned to James expecting an answer to the question now swimming around in everybody but his head.
James just smiled and waved it off with a "nothing" before changing the subject, but the smile didn't leave James' face for a long time. He knew what the thank you was for, he noticed it himself. Elizabeth was finally becoming herself again. He caught her laughing for the first time in a while. Her eyes no longer filled with exhaustion, but their usual passion to know more. She no longer sulked in the hallway and instead walked with purpose, her back straight and her eyes forward.
He had helped her.
To James, it did not matter if his operation worked or not. If she fell in love with him or not. He was in love with her, and when you truly love someone you put their wellbeing above your own. And while he would love for her to love him, at this moment in time her being happy, her becoming herself again, that was the most important thing to James.
He watched, with a smile, as Elizabeth entered the great hall. "Hey, Rosier!" He shouted above all the other voices. Everyone turned to look at him. "You coming to my game tonight?"
"Yea! Don't you worry, I'll be decked out in head-to-toe blue and bronze. I'm excited for Ravenclaw's win tonight!" She shouted back before finding a seat at her table.
No ignoring + No hexes = More progress. James thought to himself, smirking at her response.
There was a Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw game that night. Obviously, he thought Gryffindor was going to win, especially since she left the team. He was always excited to play Ravenclaw because it meant he got to see her. She was one of the best seekers he ever played against, nearly cost Gryffindor the Quidditch Cup last year. He began picturing her watching him from the stands instead of versing her on the pitch tonight and his stomach began to do flips.
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Oooo are you excited for the Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw game. Who do you think is going to win?
James may be in for a little surprise soon also.....
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Opia {j. potter}
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