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anniebrad4d replied to your post:My friends are “concerned” with my Idina...

I, for one, am not concerned. I am in love with you and your obsession, darling.

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For Allie (prongs-y) with hugs! Hope that you like this and that your holidays are Jily-filled and lovely! Much love from Annie (anniebrad4d)

  James Potter was late.

  Being late to class was one thing. Or being late to Quidditch practice. Or even dinner. Because he could swagger in and mess up his hair and smirk in a way that very obviously implied that he was, in fact, on time, and everyone else just had inferior schedules.

  But being late to a date. That was different. There was no swaggering, no smirking, no styling. There was flustered running and panicked panting. There was tripping over stairs and tripping over one’s own feet and tripping over nothing at all. Because all James could think about was how bloody smug Lily would be when he stumbled into the Three Broomsticks, out of breath and not at all enchanting.

  He had been the one to suggest they have their date there. He’d planned it all out—she was tutoring that morning, and he had practice, so they’d meet there instead of walking together. He’d get there first and be sitting across from the door, two foaming butterbeers in front of him, a lopsided smile on his face, when she came in. He’d have brought the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder’s Map and kept them in his bag until they finished their butterbeers, and then he would have showed her the secrets about Hogsmeade she’d never known, ending with taking the Honeydukes passage back to the castle. And she’d be charmed and she’d be awed and she’d be ecstatic for the next date.

  Unfortunately, Sirius had known of said plan and had decided to hide the map just to mess with him, and James had torn apart their dormitory before facing the sad truth that he’d simply have to pummel Padfoot another time. He had looked at the clock, realized he was three minutes away from being late—though not late yet!—and had sprinted off down the stairs.

  When he finally arrived, his cheeks flushed from sprinting through the biting cold, Lily had taken what should have been his place opposite the door with two butterbeers in front of her; what was more, she was wearing the smug smile that he was supposed to have worn.

  “You’re late, Potter.”

  And damn, she was right. But to admit it was to admit defeat.

  “Don’t mock me, Evans, I am not late. You were simply overeager. Clearly.” He sat down opposite her, trying to swallow the heaving gasps for air. He couldn’t possibly be charming when he didn’t have any breath.

  “See, when I think of the term overeager, especially when used to describe one of us or the other, I can only think of a twelve-year-old you writing ‘Go out with me Evans’ in your pudding and then sliding it over to me.”

  “You can’t deny that that was smooth at the time. You’ve simply been exposed to my more impressive attempts to woo you lately. Of course the smooth maneuvers of a twelve-year-old are now somewhat outdated.” The room smelled like a fire, like a sweet warm. It hinted at melted caramel.

  “Sirius seemed to think my response then was pretty smooth too.”

  “Your levitating the bowl of pudding to flip on my hair was not at all smooth. It was predictable and immature, Miss Evans,” he chastised her. She laughed and took a sip of her butterbeer; it left a foamy mustache on her upper lip. He decided not to tell her.

  “Don’t tell me that wasn’t smooth for a twelve-year-old Lily! I was breaking the rules! I was using magic outside of class! All for the sake of making you look like the prat you were!”

  He ruffled his hair and shrugged. “Who won at the end of it, Evans? Did you go out with me or didn’t you?”

  Scarlet flooded her cheeks and he could tell she was trying hard not to smile. He grinned and took a drink from his butterbeer, clearly having triumphed even after arriving so late.

  “You’ve got me there. But who’s to say your parents aren’t paying me to date you?”

  “More likely to be a friend, to be honest. Probably Remus. Sirius wouldn’t go that far.”

  “Fine. Who’s to say Remus isn’t paying me right now? Maybe I get a bonus if I kiss you once this date is over.” She was leaning forward, her chin resting on interlaced fingers. He found himself leaning forward, too.

  “Who’s to say he’s not paying you, you ask? That’s you, obviously. You didn’t know Remus would be the one most likely to pay you.”

  She raised her eyebrows and laughed a little before leaning back and taking another drink of butterbeer. Clearly, he’d won that one, too.

  She was wearing a deep blue jumper. Somehow he’d been expecting her to wear emerald—she usually liked to when she wasn’t wearing robes, and it always brought out her eyes—but the blue seemed fresh. It was like she knew he’d thought of her as emerald for years, glittering and unattainable, but now, she was cerulean, calm and collected, but still willing to tip pudding on his head if need be. He realized, now, that she wasn’t one color or the other or even both; she was every hue, from the fiery sparks of independence to the richest tones of poise.

  They argued some more over the remaining butterbeer, both of them with shining eyes, until the light outside began to fade. He decided to save the secrets for the next date—he wanted it to be all as planned, so that he wouldn’t have to show her the Cloak without the map. Fluffy snowflakes fell from a decidedly grey sky as they laced their fingers together and left the warmth of the Three Broomsticks and headed back to the castle, leaving tracks in the already-ankle-deep snow.

  Her scarf was wrapped over the lower half of her face, so he almost couldn’t hear her when, just outside of Hogsmeade, she said, “I’ve got a problem.”

  He turned and looked down at her. Her eyes were brighter than usual, or maybe they were a different kind of bright. He couldn’t tell.

  “Have you?”

  “Yes.”

  “What is it?”

  “That I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

  His breath caught in his throat.

  “That is possibly the least problematic circumstance I could ever imagine.”

  He pulled her scarf gently below her chin and held her cheek in his hand. And then he solved her problem.

[albiethelastcenturion]

So one time I complimented my girlfriend, like I said she was beautiful or something like that (she totally is), and she responded by shying away and acting like I'd done something wrong. So I was acting like I was ashamed and whatnot, just playing along I guess, and somebody was like "WHAT DID YOU DO?" so I just said "I complimented her!" I know, it's a terrible crime to commit...

[tali-zorahs]

The group all gathered around the fancy computer in the Best Buy!

[tali-zorahs]

Hey there guys this is a group post from all of my friends on the Chicago trip! We're all killing time in a Best Buy and like 10 of us are all grouped around this high tech computer. -Sarah

Wassup all, just having an amazing time acting like a hooker in Chicago

-Lukaz

Hey erebody watch y'all doin'? Hope y'all are having as much fun as we are!!

-Carson

ahahahaha sup everybody idk what to say but im apparently the only one typing improperly here so far but um yeah my stomach hurts and i just wanna go to bed but what else is new??? bahahaha were being total losers and using a computer in a best buy to do a group tumbl this is..... ridiculous... .. ... ... . . .. ..  .

-dames

hello world i hate all of you

-Laura <3

HI EVERYONE! And Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street.

-Annie :) 

*Tennant voice* Allons-y! Greetings from Chicago. yada yada yada so long farewell, auf wiedersehen adieu

-Paige

I honestly have no idea whats going on in here. Sooooooooooooo... onmywaytostealyogirl

-Connor

We are going to have breakfast at Tiffany's tomorrow. MY LIFE IS MADE.

-Sophia

Hey its ya girl briana i don't have a tumblr but watevs k bye. Believe in the beauty of your dreams. All your dreams can come true if you have the courage to pursue them. 

-Briana

A&H Chicago Trip 2013 - so far, iive been peer pressured into riding a ferris wheel. and Im jealous that Annie gets to be Rose Tyler in a mutual friends' phone. Sigh. Tomorrow shall be a new day

-Lusi