Consequences Of The Heart.

Chapter 37: Statement from a Sentimental Superior...

The Hall buzzed with the company of all the Hogwarts students as we were sat and eating dinner peacefully. Remus had returned from the Hospital Wing, mostly for the food. Sirius had been acting differently lately, in a good way. I hoped he had gotten over his deprecating thoughts but nevertheless, I was happy that he was happier. I had asked Lily out again for the Hogsmeade trip this weekend -the last weekend before Christmas break- but no my disappointment, I suffered defeat once more before Lily left to sit with her other friends. Everything was the usual, nothing out of the norm until dessert.

After the main meal concluded, the dessert didn't appear like it was supposed to. Instead, Professor Dippet stood up and walked to his fancy podium, clearing his throat and probably preparing himself for a speech or some notices or announcements or a lengthy farewell even though he would see us again in a couple of weeks. Professor Dippet was truly a sentimental man. "May I have your attention everyone!" His voice boomed through the room as he spoke with his wand to his neck. All those who hadn't noticed him turned their heads and there was perfect silence. "Right. As you all know, our darling Seventh Years are answering their very important NEWTs next year. And though studying will help you massively of course, it has been brought to my attention that some of you are overworking yourselves. I know this because just the other day, I was taking my usual stroll and I found a student passed out on three Herbology textbooks and four cups of coffee. I'm looking at you, Mister Shingleton." I have no idea who that is, but I estimated he was in Ravenclaw judging by the accusatory looks that Dippet sent that way. Needless to say, I was disturbed by the image. To rectify the exhaustion of any more of my students, Hogwarts is hosting a party." Murmurs, gasps and cheers alike rang through the closed area before he continued. "A Winter Cotillion of sorts is to be held directly after Christmas holidays for the Sixth and Seventh Years. It is of course optional, without a dress code except 'be decent' and most importantly, there will be no alcohol of any kind served at the ball." The content atmosphere was dulled with the sound of groans and moans and 'awww's and 'ohhh's. "Very well, that will be all. You may continue with dessert." And dessert appeared in front of us.

This could very well be either the time I get a date with Miss Lily Evans, or it could be the biggest disappointment I will ever endure for all my past and future years of living. I had to play my cards right if I wanted to make a successful ask. I shouldn't make it big, so then if I'm turned down, no one who needn't would have to know. But then again, perhaps Lily is one for the big theatrical aspects so I should make a spectacle of myself and amaze her, even though it could result in public embarrassment. No, I could never survive that kind of humiliation. I will make it special, yet private. Maybe some flowers, or chocolate. I'm sure girls love chocolate. Or maybe flowers and chocolate. That would be perfect. 

I, James Potter, will ask out the girl of my dreams, Lily Evans, to the Winter Cotillion!

"Good for you, mate."

"Thinking out loud?"

"Yep."

PS. Frank's Collage
The oranges are marking his citrus and sharp kind of smell.
The autumn leaves are similar, they are a symbol of the calm and breezy and laid back attitude he carries with him.
The quote is a literal way of how important the power of friendship is to him and how ultimately, it trumps everything else and it means the world to him.
The Starburst is just to show his love for candy in general.
The orange Converse are kind of his trademark, no matter what he's doing, always the damn Converse and it makes him that much hotter.
And finally the basketballs are to express his proficiency and love for Quidditch but also Muggle sports and games and his equal love for both.

Word Count:- 713

Love, Kale.