Opia {j. potter}

Ephemeral

𝐸𝓅𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 (𝒶𝒹𝒿)𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒.

Elizabeth's world was groggy. A series of events had placed her in an undesirable condition, but she couldn't seem to recall these events immediately. She can remember falling. She was falling. And then everything hurt. The physical pain was more than anything else she ever felt in her life. She remembers seeing James. James. Where is he? 

For a reason that Elizabeth did not yet understand, all she wanted at that moment was James. She wanted to tell herself that she only wanted him there because he would have answers to what happened to her, but she was weak. Her body had just been through so much that her mind was overly exhausted and it decided that right then was not the time for her to be arguing and lying to herself. She wanted James because his presence comforted her. He didn't even need to say or do anything but allow only his presence to calm her nerves and calm her pain. 

As Elizabeth began to adjust to her surroundings she could hear his voice. James. She wanted to call out to him, but her throat was dry. So she listened to him speak, focused on his word and his voice in hopes that it would bring her a sense of comfort, but that's when she heard something that was able to hurt her even more than the fall did. 

"Still can't believe we won that one Pads" She heard James' voice. 

Is Sirius here too? she thought to herself. "It's all thanks to Rosier's fall." Elizabeth heard Sirius say, "The team fell apart with her." Oh no.

She heard James sigh. It sounded like a sigh of relief. Why is he relieved?  "I've been busting my ass off for this."

So have I. She thought. 

"Her injury is like one of those things that seem horrible at the moment but end up being good in the end," James spoke again. 

"And why is that, Prongs?

"Cause now Rosier will finally have to go on a date with me." His voice lined with glee as he spoke words that caused a shot of pain to make its way through Elizabeth's heart. 

Most people would probably be happy with knowing that a hot guy wants to go on a date with them. But to Elizabeth, all that James' words told her was that he cared more about the idea of taking her on a date than Elizabeth herself: her safety, what she wanted, the hard work she had been putting in. 

She thought James was different.

But hearing him talk to his best friend about how he's glad that she fell because it gave him a quidditch win and practically secured him a date with her. No. That's not okay. 

Elizabeth was in so much pain. It hurt everywhere. Every inch of her body was covered in debilitating pain, even worse than it had been when she first regained consciuosness. It was pain that she wouldn't want to wish upon anyone, even if it meant her winning a quidditch game or getting a date with the person she liked. Nothing should make this kind of pain okay. 

Elizabeth's positive views on James Potter turned out to be ephemeral and she reverted back to her original opinions on the selfish, no-good, rowdy, annoying, and inconsiderate stupid little boy with his stupid little nerdy glasses.  

The longer she laid there thinking about it the angrier she got until she just stopped being angry altogether and all her emotions were replaced with sorrow.

Now not only did her body hurt, but her heart ached.

She thought he was different. She thought he cared about her.