Sometimes, James thinks Potions just may be his very favourite class.
For one thing, it's the only class where he can sit next to Lily and not feel like he ought to 'be cool' and 'keep his distance' a bit — you know, not be clingy, or whatever.
Secondly, there are no dirty looks or looks of any sort from his best friend in Potions class. Sure, he gets dirty looks from Snivellus every once in a while, but that's nothing new. With or without Lily, he would've been on the receiving end of one of Snape's foul expressions anyway.
Thirdly ... well, thirdly, he can sit right next to Lily while Slughorn is thoroughly involved in his lecture, and sneakily clasp at her fingers to hold her hand. Sometimes, he likes to trace patterns across her palm too.
And they work well together, when it comes down to it. He's learned the rhythm of her movements when she's poring over her textbook, reaching for this ingredient or that. He likes to watch her sometimes, trying his best not to look glassy-eyed and stupid (and instead: very, very cool and admiring) until she catches him with a glance of those very green eyes.
(Then he'll grin and pass her the vial of minced rat-tail powder she needs for the next part of their potion, as though he's been paying attention all along.
And he has. Sort of.)
Potions is not exactly an ideal place to daydream about the future, but James sometimes finds himself thinking about it anyway: what it might be like when they graduate, what the two of them might do, and the sorts of happy endings he and Lily could have.
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For one thing, it's the only class where he can sit next to Lily and not feel like he ought to 'be cool' and 'keep his distance' a bit — you know, not be clingy, or whatever.
Secondly, there are no dirty looks or looks of any sort from his best friend in Potions class. Sure, he gets dirty looks from Snivellus every once in a while, but that's nothing new. With or without Lily, he would've been on the receiving end of one of Snape's foul expressions anyway.
Thirdly ... well, thirdly, he can sit right next to Lily while Slughorn is thoroughly involved in his lecture, and sneakily clasp at her fingers to hold her hand. Sometimes, he likes to trace patterns across her palm too.
And they work well together, when it comes down to it. He's learned the rhythm of her movements when she's poring over her textbook, reaching for this ingredient or that. He likes to watch her sometimes, trying his best not to look glassy-eyed and stupid (and instead: very, very cool and admiring) until she catches him with a glance of those very green eyes.
(Then he'll grin and pass her the vial of minced rat-tail powder she needs for the next part of their potion, as though he's been paying attention all along.
And he has. Sort of.)
Potions is not exactly an ideal place to daydream about the future, but James sometimes finds himself thinking about it anyway: what it might be like when they graduate, what the two of them might do, and the sorts of happy endings he and Lily could have.