Alina Nightshade doesn't think much about James Potter. Only that he seems rather keen on being annoying.
James Potter thinks Alina Nightshade is a mystery all wrapped up in a very pretty girl. And he is keen on trying to be her friend.
James Potte...
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James Potter POV.
James decides that the best course of action is simple: die.
It's the only logical solution after what he's done to Alina. The only one he can come up with after being so utterly rude to her. Merlin, he feels awful. Like he wants to cry and vanish into thin air at the same time. It's what he deserves.
Sirius would call him dramatic. Actually, several people would probably call him dramatic.
But that doesn't matter. What does matter is the look he saw on Alina's face—the brief flicker of hurt before she masked it under that icy, unfeeling expression. Just thinking about it makes his chest tighten. He fights the urge to bury his face in his hands as he walks.
To where? His third class of the day. He's already skipped the first two because he couldn't bear it. Couldn't face anyone. Especially not her.
Does she hate him now? Probably. If she didn't already before this, she surely does now.
Godric, he's such an idiot. Letting jealousy get the better of him again? How stupid can he be?
Yes, he's jealous that Alina got Remus something. Even though Remus is head over heels for Sirius, it still stings. James can't help it. It's irrational, but the feeling is there all the same.
He sighs, sharp and frustrated, as he rounds a corner in the empty hallway. He's screwed up this time—worse than ever.
Not even a few days ago, she was laughing with him. Laughing at him.
He can't help but think of that moment. They were walking together when he slipped on a patch of ice, and she burst out laughing. Her pale cheeks flushed with the force of it, her perfect teeth on display as she smiled wide.
Her eyes crinkled at the corners in the most beautiful way.
Her eyes are always beautiful.
That stunning shade of green, rimmed with a blue so deep it could rival the ocean.
She's gorgeous. If such a word could ever come close to describing Alina Nightshade.
He fucked up.
Royally screwed everything up—
His spiraling thoughts are cut short when someone steps in front of him.
Barty.
Barty Crouch Jr. has that hard-edged glare on his face, one that eerily reminds James of Alina's cold expressions. Barty's blue eyes hold a sharp, unforgiving gleam as he stares up at him.
Barty is tall, but James is taller. He usually towers over most of his friends.
"Junior," James forces a smile, trying to keep things light despite the tension creeping into his chest.
