Prophecy ~ Lams (COMPLETED)

Chapter 8: False Pretenses

YEET mom

This Valentine's Day is gonna be the most exciting one of my life...

Because of work

I work at a flower shop

A LOT OF DIALOGUE IN THIS ONE

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ELIZA POV(OwO)

I like you, John. (LAURLIZA) Not James Madison. I just said him because I knew you would pester me about it afterward if I had said no one.

"James Madison?" He said, looking around the common room. "Which one is he?"

"That's him over there," I pointed over to James. He was talking with a few people, clutching the handkerchief he always had closer to his mouth.

"Ok, Eliza!" He said. "I see you."

Him and his cute American slang. I smiled awkwardly, trying to hide my real feelings.

"I'm going to bed now," I said. I could feel my face turning bright pink. Settle down, Eliza. Bloody hell.

"Goodnight. I'm going to hit the hay too." I laughed at his words.

"Goodnight, Johnny boi."He gave me a quick hug and went off towards the boy's dormitories. Why. Why? Why!

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The next morning, as usual, was an early one. I sat in a bay window in the common room, overlooking a magical image of the Forbidden Forest. The sunrise's colors always inspire me, so I took out my sketchbook and started to draw. Sketching the outline, drawing the features. lining it with a black marker. The only time I didn't use a quill was when I was creating art.

Taking out my colored pencils, I began to draw think lines around the figure using the hues of the sunrise. A piece of hair fell down into my eyes while I was drawing a bird, so I tied my long hair into a ponytail. There.

"New hairstyle?" A voice said, making me jump. I shut my sketchbook and hit it behind my back. I looked up and saw a sleepy-eyed John.

"Yeah, I guess so." He plopped himself down on the other side of the bay window.

"How do they make you see outside if the window is in the dungeon?" He said, tapping his fingers on the glass. "I wonder where the window even leads out too. Probably some alternate universe us-es that are thinking the same thing right now."

"I don't have an answer to either of those questions," I said.

"It's really nice to get to see the sunrise every morning, even if it's fake," John responded, rubbing his eyes. "Ugh, I need coffee."

"Coffee is gross," I said, sticking out my tongue.

"Um, no, the coffee bean is Mother Nature's greatest creation," John exclaimed. "Do you have a mug?" I handed him my half-empty tea mug, pulling out the teabag. He waved his wand over it, and the cup was now filled with coffee.

"Ok, how do you already know non-verbal spells?" I said in disbelief.

"I studied it during the summer to get ahead. I can teach you if you want." I nodded vigorously.

"Ok... We'll turn the coffee back into tea. And then turn it back into coffee, because I still need coffee." I giggled, scootching a fraction of an inch closer to him. He didn't notice.

"Just close your eyes and envision the coffee turning back into tea. Hold your wand over the cup. It's really that simple." I took out my Rowan wood wand from my pocket and held it over the mug. Coffee to tea, coffee to tea. I squished my eyelids closer together, concentrating hard.

"You look constipated," John observed. My face went hot, and I unscrunched my eyes. "But hey, look at the mug!" John held up the cup. Instead of the plain blue that the cup had been originally, it now had an image of a teacup on it. I put my head in my hands, groaning.

"That's rubbish. How did that even happen?" I took the mug from his hands, our fingers touching for a split second.

I took a sip of the coffee.

"Wait... It kinda tastes like tea! it's still mostly coffee though. Bleh." John took the cup back from me and turned the liquid back into total coffee.

"What's that?" he noticed the sketchbook that was half hiding behind my back.

"It's just a sketchbook."

"Can I see?" I can trust John with my art. I want him to trust me too.

I handed him the book and watched him flip through pages of my amateur art.

"These are fantastic! Eliza, I had no idea you were an artist."

"Thanks, John, but they aren't really that good."

"No. don't do that." Do what? "You know your art is good. If you think it's good then you'll continue to get better. Have a positive outlook! Try it."

"I'm good at drawing?" It came out as a question, and John raised his eyebrow.

"I'm good at drawing," I repeated, more confidence in my voice.

"Yeah, you are!" John took my hand and high-fived it.

"Do you draw anything?"

"Animals. Care of Magical Creatures is my favorite."

"I would love to see some of your art."

"Maybe some other time..." John said, handing me my sketchbook. "So, James Madison? When did this happen?" Ahh, think of something fast!

"The end of last year."

"You don't sound very sure about it."

"Well, I guess it just happened, so I still don't really know how I feel." That was true. "Is there anyone you like?" I asked, trying to change the conversation. John's cheeks went red.

"Um, I think so... but if I tell you, you cannot tell anyone. I mean, I'm not ashamed or anything-" what was there for him to be ashamed about? "-But will you promise not to tell anyone?" He held his pinky out. I had a gut feeling that I knew where this was going. I shook his pinky with mine.

"I like Alex. LIKE him like him."

"You're-"

"Gay? yeah."

"Oh! Um, that's cool! I mean, I'm ok with that, but it's just that this school is a bit behind. Peggy's a lesbian if you couldn't tell, and when she and Maria started dating, everyone kinda freaked out. some people didn't agree, including Snape, but you know Peggy. she doesn't give a rat's rear end." John laughed.

"I just don't want everyone to know just yet."

"I won't say a thing." I imitated zipping my mouth shut. My heart hurt, but I knew that John was more important than any feelings I had for him.

"The thing is, he likes you. And you can't magically make someone like you. Love potions never even work like they're supposed to," John sighed.

"The fact that you even brought up love potions is bloody astounding," I said. John rolled his eyes, then smiled at me with his front-cover-of-the-Daily-Prophet smile. That just made it harder.

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HE. HE.

Writing Laurliza content feels new and extraterrestrial.

YAY