James always dreamed of meeting his Soulmate. For a while he thought it was Lily Evans, it was a feeling. A warmth that matched her ginger hair; but it didn’t feel complete

His mother, Euphemia, once told him that when she met Fleamont it was spark almost like electricity shooting down your spine and wanting to hold them, kiss them and just feel them.

James thought it was Lily since he wanted to hold her…right?

He was standing around with his friends and also Lily. Just bothering her when he sees a guy come up to her…weird…usually people avoid Lily due to her feisty personality.

But; she seemed almost caring with this little guy…well little round guy.

James was about to open his stupid mouth.

When he felt it, it seemed his heart wasn’t to far off it was an Evans…just the round little guy…not the girl.