Rating: PG-13.
Created: June 18th, 2007.
Updated: May 4th, 2010.
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Disclaimer: Characters, the magical world, etc, is property of J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros, not the owner of this fic.
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Potter has a girlfriend.
Lily comes to this realization over pancakes, sugary syrup turning sour in her mouth. She places her fork down carefully, dabs at the corners of her lips with her napkin, and focuses her attention on the couple seated a few benches away.
It is not a new development, she muses, pools of emerald lingering on the couple. Arlene Fitzer had begun sitting with the Marauders a few weeks earlier, her hand sliding into James’ larger one for the first time after breakfast last Tuesday.
She does not know what to make of it. She does not think James has ever looked at Arlene with anything besides friendship in his intoxicating gaze. At least until now, she admits to herself, for they do seem happy.
She does not know how she feels about the situation. Her friends have always teased her that the moment James began looking elsewhere would be the moment she realized she had feelings for him. Her forehead creases, she stares at James while she studies herself inwardly. Is she really that fickle?
No, she decides. It is not that she wishes she was the one James had his arm around. It is more of…an acknowledgement of how empty her life really is without his constant presence and flirtation. She has been quieter than usual, busying herself by poring over her work, for James had always taken up much of her time. Until now.
She hesitates, then tears her eyes away, and struggles to shake free of the feeling that she’d lost something, for she is entirely certain that that something had not been hers to begin with. She shakes her head, shakes the scattered thoughts away, and turns back to her friends, rejoining the conversation with a vengeance.
It is the first time the possibility has entered her mind that James Potter may not play a lasting role in her life.
To any of my faithful FMD readers who may be reading this: I truly am sorry. I do plan on updating. I’m suffering from a lack of inspiration. I lied when I said I’d have more time to write at home. I have less. Please bear with me. I’m going on vacation next week, otherwise I’d set a deadline for myself. I CAN promise this: I have not abandoned it.
lark