“First one to bring me that will get a ride back with Peggy!”
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I may not be a woman of the world, but I wasn’t born in a sack!
(via fuckyesdowntonabbey)
“Say something, if it’s only goodbye.”
(Source: dunhamkids)
- OTP: Hey, you just met us.
- OTP: You're going crazy.
- OTP: We want to ruin your life.
- OTP: So ship us maybe.
I’m moving in with Caroline.
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I really did adore a drunken James.
Then.
Not later.
Very much not later.
“…you lost?” I finished for him slowly, not really able to hide my amusement. James made a slight sound of agreement and finally dropped his hand from his hair. It was now sticking up at every odd angle imaginable, looking untidy even for James. Carefully, he wrinkled his nose in distaste, then looked at me.
“Was t’Firewhisky,” he whispered regretfully, shaking his head as if in deep remorse. I let out a laugh and shook my head as well, though at his pitiable antics, not at the travesty of it all.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t have been drinking Firewhisky,” I pointed out sternly, shooting him a light reprimanding look that I knew he probably didn’t understand at that moment, but it made me feel better to give it anyway. I was actually quite surprised that I wasn’t more cross about the whole thing than I seemed to be. I mean, wasn’t this what I was most afraid of? Drunken loony toons making messes and walking around stumbling over end tables? I should’ve been hollering my bum off, but instead I was laughing. Maybe it was because it was James, or maybe it was because I’ve finally pulled that ever-present wand out of my bum, I don’t know, but either way, I found I wasn’t panicking over just where this Firewhisky had come from or whether or not McGonagall was going to come up and kill us all. I was simply standing there next to James, hoping he didn’t pass out and harm himself or cast up his accounts all over the staircase.
It’s improvement, I think.
“Lily?” he said a few seconds later, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“James?” I responded.
“I have…no…not…ugh…” He couldn’t seem to get the proper words out, though he tried several more times. I didn’t think he even knew what he was trying to say, so disjointed were his verbal mutterings. His face scrunched up in concentration, as if to try to make himself focus on the task at hand. A few more seconds passed with little success on James’s part. He finally seemed to give up with his speech altogether and instead made quick time in climbing up four steps until he and I stood face-to-face inside the stairwell. He had the oddest look in his eyes that at the time I simply chalked up as the effects of the alcohol, but I suppose now I know better. “C’mere,” he told me, motioning with his hand.
“Go where?” I asked, regarding the minimal half-meter that stood between us with puzzlement. Just where in the world did the kid expect me to go?
“Here,” he ordered again.
“Here, where? I’m standing right in front of—oomph!”
I found out where here was.
Apparently, here constituted as plastered right up against James’s person.
Yeah.
Right up against him.
Because that wasn’t completely messing with my already fragile mental state or anything.
Oh, god.
“Erm…” My mouth felt like a desert had just sprung up inside of it. “James…what are you—”
“Shhh,” he whispered, tightening his hold around me as he quietly cut off my pathetic questionings. “Just…quiet,” he ordered.
And that’s when he did it.
Without warning, without preamble, without so much as a quick ‘Wotcher, Evans, here it comes’ in his slightly slurred voice, or even a small grunt of foreshadowing. Right there in the well of the girls’ staircase in the Gryffindor common room. He just did it.
He kissed me.
HE. KISSED. ME.
If he hadn’t been holding me up, I surely would’ve fallen right down the stairs. I was shocked. I mean, it wasn’t any sort of mad snog or anything, as far as snogging goes, but it was still a snog—chaste enough as not to completely kill me, but firm enough in its conviction to let me know that this was anything but innocent. James Potter was standing there on the fourth step of the girls’ staircase kissing me. In theory alone that’s enough to send a girl into a complete conniptions. And I…I couldn’t think. My mind went completely blank until all I could think about was his lips moving against mine and the taste of him my mouth and…and…
Oh, hell.
Bloody, flistering hell.
If I can’t say it in here, where can I say it?
I…
I liked it.
James Potter was kissing me, and I liked it.
"— Commentarius, Chapter 14 (bcdaily) (via acciojilymilk)
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“Sirius and Remus told me about your epic journey today.”
“Did they? How did I miss that?”
“You were buying drinks.”
“Ah. And did Sirius slay any dragons in this version of the account?”
“No, but you battled a troll…”
“I was included this time? How fortunate!”
"— Chapter 26, The Life and Times. (via hellyeahjamesandlily)
