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january 15th, 1977
𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 '𝟕𝟔; a Gryffindor boy named Trevor Castle who was two years older than the fourth year Lori. Trevor seemed decent at first until he turned out to be a misogynistic prat, reluctant to negatively comment on anything and everything Lori was doing in her day-to-day life.
That relationship ended with Tara Maleek breaking his nose in the middle of a Quidditch Game with a Bludger.
Lori fancied boys before — only some but never serious, in fact — and it caused a distinct, bothersome feeling in the pit of her stomach. It could eat away at her; she could obsess over it and pick it apart with her perfectly manicured fingertips. With James, everything flatlined. It was calm, placid, like the Black Lake. She didn't even have to think about it. It was something that could exist in silence, just like them.
Again, exaggerating the fact that she does not fancy Potter, this was merely a tiny thought that needed a tad reassurance and problem-solving. Sure, he was cute, hardworking and honestly the perfect boyfriend material, but she didn't have feelings for him. He really was a keeper. Just not for her. For sure.
She often wondered if it was a bad idea to ask Potter for assistance in any shape or form. When she was a stubborn ten year old girl, she had sworn if she was on the verge of death and James was the only person around, she would still never ask him for help.
However, since she has been giving her dad such a hard time ever since her mother cut contact, why not put in some effort to pay him back? Everybody knows Lori loves balance. So when James Potter of all people offered an oppurtinity, it was the perfect time to assure Darius Lantsov that she was participating in some sort of extra curriculum at school and not brood like a loser; it was given to her on a silver platter.
Lori had never been that interested in Quidditch, but it sure was something that would feel amazing to be good at. She just never was. And James Potter was somehow the person to change that (don't mention it to Tara, like, ever).
It may sound rude, but the boy has no life outside of Quidditch. He eats, sleeps, and breathes the sport. He had read 'Quidditch through the ages' countless times and spent probably thousands of hours on the pitch. Lori honestly thought they were quite similar. No, she wasn't completely in love with some game like he was, but she kept her head down and focussed on what was important. Potter could easily get a girlfriend if he wanted to. But of course, the only one he wanted didn't want him. How cliché!
