August [j.p]

002- Figment of my worst intentions

She said, "James, get in, let's drive"
Those days turned into nights
Slept next to her, but
I dreamt of you all summer long
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betty

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James Potter did not write.

August Williams returned back to Beauxbâtons with more gusto and a bigger smile than her friends, Lori and Sadie, had ever seen her.

"So, care to tell us where our August is and who this new bitch is." Lori asked
And all August could do was blush and tell them about the happy-go-lucky boy next door who now lived rent-free in her head.

August stumbled across James Potter like someone stumbled across a hidden gem. Seeing it and not knowing the significance it would hold. Unknowingly, James Potter had kissed away all of her hurt and made everything a little bit easier to carry.

August had never much cared for relationships and boys, she had only slept with one other boy and that was because she was 16 and tired of being a virgin.
"Virginity is a social construct" Lori scolded her.
"Social construct or not, I'm losing it tonight"
"You can't lose something that technically doesn't exist" Lori shouted after her.

However, a relationship with James Potter was a whole different thing. It was messy and uncertain but above all, it was something she had only dreamt about. A love that doesn't hurt.

Well, so she thought.

She was 4 weeks into the new term and James Potter had not written, or for that matter replied, to her.

"Honestly Augie, he's a dick and you should probably just leave it at that." Sadie said, chewing on a liquorices wand.

"He's probably just busy, he did say that him and his friends are always off causing trouble."

"Uh uh" Lori waved her finger at August "Don't pull that shit Augie, don't fool yourself into thinking that he's just busy because that's the first excuse you'll make and then it just doesn't stop does it?"

"I just-" August stretched her legs out in front of her, she was getting her usual French tan back after the month she spent in the UK
"I just don't see why he wouldn't reply, he's a perfectly nice boy, he's respectful, he's-"

"He's a dickhead who can't spare 2 minutes of his day to reply to a gorgeous girl." Sadie interrupted.

With a big huff, August fell back onto the grass, "He hasn't replied to any of my letters."

"Wait. Cut the cameras." Said Lori
"How many fucking letters did you send?"

"Two" August wailed in disgust, "I know, how desperate!"

"August Cecily Williams you know better than to send not one, but two letters to a boy! The French don't grovel for men who they can't look in the eye without having to tilt their head back" Lori said exasperatedly "If he was 6 foot 4 I would have understood but this?"

"I have to tilt my head." August said in her own defense.

"Really? How tall is this Potter mister" Sadie piped up.