The girl that looks like a goddess
"Hello"
A GIRL WITH GREEN EYES approached you and your best friend, a bright smile on her lips.
"My name's Elizabeth! And you are?"
Her voice, melodic, like birds singing on a bright day in mid spring
"I-I'm James"
A blush covered your face, a soft, pure giggle escaped her plump pink lips
"I'm Sirius!"
You best friend chirped, shaking her hand
"Well excuse me for interrupting you two! I just wanted to meet the people in my house!"
Sirius gave a happy laugh, content someone wasn't judging him by his family
"Don't worry love, it was nice to meet you"
Elizabeth's smile widened and her eyes brightened
You just stood there, awestruck, could she be an angel? You didn't even notice the small flirt your best friend slipped in
"You too! I'll see you later!"
And she skipped away, to her own best friend, Remus Lupin, a boy with many scars, light brown hair and green eyes
He shared the dorm with both you and Sirius, and another boy with the name of Peter Pettigrew
"She seems nice"
Your best friend commented, you were just left stupefied, staring at the place where she once was
Sirius, sadly, noticed this
"You like her don't you?"
snapping you out of your trance
"She's a goddess"
He ruffled your hair, messing the thing you took 42 minutes to perfect, making you cry out:
"No not my hair!"
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Lunch, as always, was noisy, with students talking, screaming, laughing and eating, you were stills slightly flustered, after meeting the green eyed beauty
"So what classes do we have next?"
Your (newest) friend, Remus Lupin asked, eating some gravy
"I think we have transfiguration"
Sirius answered, he nodded, looking in your direction, confused because of your silence
"I see you've met Lizzie"
Your focus snapped straight to him, which once again didn't go unnoticed by any of them
"Dear Jamesie has a small crush of you little girlie friend"
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