Jily one shots

window to my stomach

a Siriusly Klutzy story.

You know what's really weird? Seeing James Potter in your crystal ball. Especially when you're not even paying attention to anything, just really staring at the wood pattern on your table. Then, all of a sudden, bam! you recognize these obnoxious, thin glasses with rather nice hazel eyes looking up at you.
"Alice?" I whispered, poking my partner in the side. "Do you see that?"
She looked at me, her eyebrows still furrowed together from trying to see what was in her crystal ball. We've been using these things for two years, and all she's ever seen was what she was going to eat for breakfast the next morning.
"See what?" she asked, leaning over to look into my crystal ball.

I pointed to the glasses.

"They look like Potter's glasses. What'd you draw Potter's glasses on there for?"

Sometimes she could just be so thick.

"I didn't draw them on. They're in my crystal ball!"

Alice comprehended this. Then she started laughing. "Potter's in your future?"

I looked at her, horrified. "Don't say that!" It took a lot of will power not to keel over then and there. "It can't be Potter," I said, trying to reassure myself. That would, of course, be absurd, however enjoyable.

"Relax, Lily," Alice said, though it wasn't convincing. She was laughing. Loudly. Not to mention attracting attention of the tables around us.

"What's going on over here?" Professor Foggy-Brain (which wasn't his real name, it's just our nickname for him) said in his 'mystified' voice. He glided over to mine and Alice's table, eyebrows raised. We looked up at him innocently, my trying to prevent him from seeing part of my future while Alice just grinned like a loon.

"Nothing," we both quickly responded.

"Ah, Ms. Evans. Let me see your crystal ball." He gently nudged me over and looked into my ball. "Eyes," he murmured. "Eyes are the sign of passion. Of love. They are windows to the soul. This lucky fellow is your soul mate, Ms. Evans. Have you any idea to whom these eyes belong?"

Alice burst into laughter, nearly falling off of her chair.

"Not a clue, Professor," I squeaked, nearly dying from shock.

Potter? My soul mate? Impossible! Sure, he's nice and everything. Sort of. Not to mention very good-looking, something I hadn't failed to notice. And he was smart, witty, and charming. All the good things.

But no, just no.

"Did you hear that, Lily? Soul mate!" Alice exclaimed, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye.

"Who is it, Alice?" Sirius called from three tables over. He was standing on his chair, trying to get a better view. James was next to him looking nervous out of his wits.

I turned to my best friend and looked her hard in the eye. She got the message. "Some boy. You might know him, you might not," she said nonchalantly, with a shrug to match. Which would have worked had Alice known how to be nonchalant.

Sirius looked put out.

I leaned over my crystal ball so that no one could get a sneak peak of my "soul mate". With all my luck, Marlene would see it, and spread the word that my soul mate was James Potter. Don't get me wrong, Marlene is sweet, but she doesn't understand the meaning of, "If you tell anyone I'll toss you to the giant squid."

Or worse, James would see it and start planning the wedding.

"Do you recognize this person?" Foggy-Brain asked again, trying to peer around my shoulder and through my arms, but I had the thing covered good. No one was going to get a peek of what I was hiding.