Lily let out a surprised yelp, eyes going wide as he came crashing, taking her too the ground with her. So perhaps she should have thought that through, she wasn’t about to admit it him though. Lily slowly opened her eyes when she felt the ground under her, she had expected much more pain, but the hand under her shoulders seemed to have kept her crashing down too hard on the ground. While James may not be squashing her underneath him, she could hardly move under his weight. Her arms were trapped in an awkward position and she was stuck. All the anger came rushing back the moment he spoke, Lily saw red and wiggled around underneath him, groaning in frustration.
"How could I have known that you were standing outside waiting for more, instead of leaving with some decency!" She retorted, of course she had sensed when opening the door that he was outside but she wasn’t going to say that. "Now get off me you pervert!" Lily demanding, in her realized she couldn’t shove at him and hit him like she wanted too but she had her wand in her hand and she started jabbing him with it the best she could with it trapped between their torsos.
"I just talked to you, Merlin’s sake!" he answered back with rivalled measure of frustration. Okay, he got it. He shouldn’t have barged into the bathroom without at least knocking, but she was being ridiculous now! James couldn’t exactly move, seeing as he was basically almost blind right now. And his hands were all sorts of caught up. Lily didn’t seem to agree. She wriggled and pushed, yelled at him again. "Alright, alright. Keep your knick— Ow!" The end of the wand collided with the sensitive spot just under his ribs and he jerked away, finally managed to bat the hits off for long enough to get up and onto his feet. He was damp, he was blind, and he was fed up of her shitty attitude. It had been an accident and she was making it so much more!
Seeing as he couldn’t actually see a thing, he thought it was safe to grope in front of him for the door he could make out as a warped rectangle of light. “Maybe next time, you’ll remember to lock the bloody door or use some bubbles!” he snapped, sniffing his clothes discreetly and noting the fruity scent, “If you find my glasses, can you do me a favour and give them to me outside? I didn’t want to summon them in case you thought I was a - what was it, a pervert?”
To say Lily was angry was an understatement. Lily was seething, she was so angry that the veins in her forehead were bulging, perhaps the raging dragon mode James had mentioned was not to far off. But she was raging dragon times ten. As soon as he left closing the door, Lily got out of the water nearly slipping from the water on the ground from the splashes earlier, but she manged to steady herself with the help of the water basin. She washed her hands of the soap than splashed water into her eyes until the burning went down. Gripping at the edges of the basin, Lily took several deep breaths trying to settle her racing heart beat, how he hadn’t given her a heart attack was beyond her.
Lily didn’t bother drying off, she was too pissed off and she really didn’t want to waste another minute not murdering the bloody pervert! Putting on her bathrobe, Lily tugged the strings so hard as she closes them it would probably be quite a hassle for her getting them undone later. Lily opened the door realizing he was leaning against it, she pulled it back as fast as she could thinking he’d fall back stumbling to the ground, what she forgot was she was standing right there and the space was too small to keep her out of the way. So they both went tumbling to the ground as if things weren’t bad enough.
James could feel his blood rushing through his veins, the nape of his neck felt warm and he needed something cold to dunk his head into. Just to clear his mind, because all he could see was red hair, green eyes, and the bare slope of shoulders. Skin, he had seen skin. Then the blood went rushing up, his cheeks bloomed red, and he wanted the earth to swallow him up whole. Had it been any other girl, he would have made a lame joke and swanned out without even thinking about it. But Lily Evans wasn’t any other girl, they were Head Students together. Things were already so terse between them, this was not going to improve things. At all.
But as he made a move away from the door, it shifted away from under him, leaving him at an angle he couldn’t save himself from as his body weight shifted forwards, bumping into her as her own balance went from under her. James cursed, hands moving involuntarily to stop himself from squashing her under his weight. He caught the floor with one hand, her shoulder with the other. She only had a damned bathrobe on too, and though many instincts encouraged him to [i]look down[/i], he peered at her face with a frown. He couldn’t see a thing, his glasses had gone flying out from his fingers seconds previously, “Are you mental, Evans?! You knew I was standing right there!”
Lily was in the perfect state of calm, she hadn’t felt this light and free of burden in a while. As she rest there in the water her head leaning back against the wall behind she nearly started to doze off. That was before the door clicked, the state she was in it took a her a moment to react to open her eyes and see what her dorm mate was in standing a few feet away looking at her naked in the water. How the hell was the door unlocked, she couldn’t…all the things she was carrying, the redhead had just bumped the door close with her foot forgetting to lock it as she prepared for her bath. The bath salts weren’t the kinds to create bubbles in the water, they just tinged the water with a bit of rosy color so she didn’t even have the cover of the bubbles. Lily frantically sunk deeper down into the water, trying to recall if she’d been sitting with her chest covered by the water or not. Her face flushed bright red almost matching her flaming hair as she thought of what he might have seen.
Could still be seeing at the bloody git was still standing there staring right at her! “JAMES CHARLUS POTTER! GET THE HELL OUT!” She screamed slapping her hands down on the water causing a lot of it to splash. Some of the water went right into her eyes, the salt in the bath mixed into the water burned her eyes as she blinked rapidly after crying out in distress. she rubbed at her eyes without thinking but her soapy hands only made it worse. As if this wasn’t bad enough, everything that could go wrong with this plan or relaxation was happening!
Lily Evans was in the bath. He could see Lily Evans in the bath. The half light made it almost impossible to distinguish details, but his cheeks went bright red just knowing she was naked in the bath, the shock freezing his feet to the ground, watching the slowly unfolding horror on her face. James yelled at himself to move, to leave, to slam the door behind him. But he couldn’t move, words couldn’t come out, he could feel it stuttering in the back of his throat because this was an accident. He hadn’t meant for this to happen. He wasn’t even looking to try and get a sneak peek, hazel eyes were utterly fixed on hers - nowhere else. It wasn’t until she screamed that she shattered the silence and he stumbled away from the door, long limbs flailing a little with the speed he moved.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry!" he called, closing the door behind him loudly and pressing his spine to the wood. Shit. Hands moved to his cheeks, dragging down the skin before he took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. She was going to kill him, he could hear her making a real racket in there. A part of him wondered if he should offer to help, but most of him was quite happy to avoid the whole scenario in case she had her wand in her hand. Waiting for it to quiet down a little, he turned and moved his head to the crevice in the door jamb, “Are you alright, Lily? I’m not going in, but let me know if you’re alive at least.”
Lily had ducked into the bathroom just moments before James arrived to the dormitory they shared. With the water for the bath being the first thing she turned on, the sounds outside the bathroom went unheard by her. So she was still under the impression that she would be alone for another hour at least. While James did not seem to follow a definite schedule from what she could remember he was never back before nine at least. Drawing her wand with a few flicks, Lily arranged all the contents she’d brought in with her neatly. They were mostly things she’d brought back from the muggle world. Bath salts, and scented candles, while the wizarding world may have candles the redhead could never find ones matching the scent she’d loved for years.
By the time Lily stepped into the tub, the water her heated to the perfect temperature and the salts had dissolved entirely in the water, leaving it smooth and feeling silky against her skin. Lily closed her eyes resting her head back to relax letting the water do the rest. The scents of the tangy pomegranate salt and warm vanilla candles mixed perfectly in the space around her, they were two of her favorite scents they worked as a perfect agent to calm her down and draw away the exhaustion of the day. Lily could relax knowing no one was going to disturb her…
There was no sign of life anywhere. He couldn’t hear a single thing in this area, nor in the dormitory. Shrugging his shoulders, he figured that Miss Punctual had befallen either one of two fates. The first, that she didn’t want to deal with him and was trying to be tardy or was faking an ailment. The second, that she had been abducted by a centaur while walking close to the forest and was never coming back. The first was more likely, though the second was rather amusing to consider. Collapsing into the comfortable armchair, he reached over to pour a goblet of pumpkin juice.
He was utterly parched and famished after practice, he thought he’d wait here a little longer before going to the kitchens and begging for food. Cold water trickled down the back of his neck, making him shiver, and just as he was about to take a sip from the goblet - a sneeze suddenly hit him, the contents flying out and sloshing on the front of his clothes. “Shit,” he muttered, rising to his feet and making his way to the bathroom, hand falling on the handle as he pushed it open and was hit with the heady scent of vanilla. And the sight of a redhead in the bath. He couldn’t move, frozen into place with wide eyes behind his glasses, “Oh.”
Then I guess you can try your luck and make up a topic for yourself. Essays are always a lot of hard work. Maybe last year? I think I would remember if you were in my class this year.
That’s perfectly alright! You’re better with position and house I guess, at least you didn’t completely blank. Refer to me as Hufflepuff Seeker if it’s easier.
Essays were never this much hard work. Bloody NEWTs. I can’t wait to get the exams out of the way even though I think I’m gonna miss this place.
Do you really want me to go around and yell Seeker every time I see you? Because if so, I will happily do it.
Arriving back to school after the last week or so she’d had at home Lily was rightfully in a bad mood. Being home she missed Dad all the time, and seeing mom trying to keep a smile on her face despite how much she missed him as well was heartbreaking. And Petunia did not make it easy on her, she left no chance to insulting her in front of her horrid friend. As is the things they’d said weren’t bad enough, in the middle of the reception one of them spilled red wine all over her pale lavender dress, the glint in Petunias eyes told her it was definitely planned. She’d gone to bed in tears more times what she could remember during her time there.
So running into Potter and having that argument in the morning, had made her day all the worst. She’d basically been stomping around the castle all day, in her anger. She even had the meeting moved to tomorrow night so she didn’t have to sit through it with him. Lily arrived to their Heads’ Dorm early when he had not arrived yet. Relaxing a slightly seeing the place all in one peace and not as messy as she might have expected she headed to her room. Once there she took some clothes out of her trunk (she hadn’t unpacked yet), heading back out and walking toward the bathroom in desperate need of a warm bath.
To say he hadn’t noticed Lily’s absence would be a lie. She was quite a prevalent force in his life, giving him an ear/headache or just because he liked sneaking glances in her direction. He was a Head Boy without a Head Girl, but he was determined that he wouldn’t fail. The schedule had been something of a holy grail she had assembled, and he almost felt as though he were breaking some consecrated laws as he fiddled around with it to better accommodate himself and the other prefects. He knew he had to fix it before she came back, but he had no idea when that was. Seeing her running and yelling through the halls had been a rather (welcome) surprise.
Until they spoke. Because when they spoke, one would say something wrong and an argument would spark. And then he would be in a foul mood for the rest of the day, bleeding into Quidditch practice as he barked loudly at his team until they finally called an end to it and he went to the changing rooms. Cleaning up and dressing in clothes again, James knew he was just trying to avoid going to where he knew Lily was waiting to discuss their duties. But he went in that direction regardless, pushing a hand through the damp strands of raven hair and muttering the password before entering. Surveying the area, he was surprised to find it apparently empty. “Hello?” he called, pacing through as he dropped his stuff to the floor, “Evans?”
Okay, before you lecture me, I swear I wanted to be in Herbology today but I, um, wasn’t feeling well.
Too busy thinking about how much Gyffindor are going to beat you lot by?
I doubt that Slughorn would go for that. You could definitely try, but maybe you should spend your time on finding out what you have to write about. Just an idea. [He laughs, shaking his head] No I’m not.
I do. Now you’ve got it! That’s me.
That sounds like hard work though and Evans is already trying to slave drive me into dust (sighs and shrugs a shoulder) Yeah, sage advice though there mate. How weird, were you ever in my Potions class?
Aaah! Makes more sense now. Sorry, mate. I’m no good with names and faces. I know you’re a Seeker though, Hufflepuff.
It is pointless talking to you. Goodbye.
Whatever, Evans. Unless I’m fucking some girl in the broom closet, I’ll see you at our Head Students meeting. (glowers as he steps away from her)
Obviously I’ve done both for years! But it hasn’t stopped, I’m allowed to get pissed about it!
You just want to be pissed about it! You sound like some jealous ex!