‘ … i’m sorry potter, but TRUST me. you look completely dreadful. if i were your date, i’d be running for the hills. besides, i think i know a little about what girls like, seeing as i am a girl. why don’t you wear your sweater instead? the blue one with the bits of white in it? i’m rather fond of that one. ‘
not that she took any notice what so ever to what james potter wore. ever.
“ well, thanks, that really helps my self-esteem, evans. you’re such a good friend. i’m being sarcastic, if you
couldn’t tell. and i can’t wear that sweater, all right?
it’s too big, too lose, i’ll look like a balloon and
wait a moment….how do you know i own that sweater
and why are you fond of it ? “
he really hoped the puzzled expression
on his face covered the glow that had decided to set on it, because the fact that
lily knew what was in his wardrobe when
not even he remembered what clothes he
owned wasn’t supposed to make him happy. AT ALL..
