as a girl you’d never truly believed love was a thing, you had never seen it in your family line nor had you experienced it. but times change, and so do beliefs.

james fleamont was one of a kind. he was so full of himself but never to the point where it hurt others. he knew exactly how to say the right thing.

it was like he’d experienced everything and nothing.

although the two of you led completely different home lives he sort of understood what you went through. wether it was because he’d dealt with sirius’s issues all these years, or he just knew.

so whenever you were in need of some help, you went to james. of course he was your friend also, and you helped him when needed.

he was all of you.

maybe this was love?

you’d received an owl of your mother that morning, something about her wanting you to stay at hogwarts for the christmas break. you always went home? why should this be different?

having ignored it most of the day it was now around 6pm, too late to owl back and refuse although your efforts would be unappreciated.

so you went to find james, which was a little harder than usual. he’d been hiding away in the corner of the gryffindor common room.