"So Evans," James said, sliding up beside her as she marched her way to Potions. "I was thinking- this weekend we get a trip to Hogsmeade, and-"
"Save it, Potter. For the eleventh time this morning, I'm not going with you." Lily huffs, straightening her books and pushing the classroom door open with her shoulder. She speeds up away from him and takes a seat, getting out her books and her supplies- ready to impress Slughorn once again.
"How'd it go, Prongs?" Sirius asked while spinning in his chair. Remus shakes his head and puts a hand on the back of his chair, stopping him, and then preventing Peter from swallowing a potion ingredient.
"Yeah, did you finally land a date?" Remus asks, grinning.
"You all know I didn't." James responds, setting his bag down beside the chair next to Sirius, and he grins. "Don't worry though- he'll date me some day."
Sophia eller Soph som jeg ofte bliver kaldt af min bedste ven Emil Manfeldt Jakobsen.
Eller.. det troede jeg da, at han var indtil han begyndte at ændre sig.
Hvorfor er han begyndt at være så overbeskyttende og hvorfor skulle han lige til at sige, at jeg var smuk? Og hvorfor gør det mig varm i kinderne? Har jeg fået følelser for min bedste ven?