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A/N: This is going to be a multichaptered thing...of sort of connected oneshots. The chapters will be much longer as time goes on, I just sort of...wanted to start it like this. The ship's LJ, as is almost everything I write. Reviewreviewreview. Please. They are veeery helpful. Oh. Also, do check out my profile to see some ... important fanfiction news. Ok. Thank you ever so much, as always. And I'm sorry I've been sort of MIA for a couple of months (real life takes hold...sadly.)

And focus.


One step...two… Come on, come on. Regular hallway, regular textbooks in my hands, regular, normal normal normal to the thousandth degree. This routine, it's so normal. Like breathing, really, you don't think about it.

One leg in front of the other, come on, come on…

My throat's gone all dry and weird, as though dust has collected on the surface and it's choking me. I'm like a mute. I've got no hopes of possibly speaking. My tongue, why in heavens have I never noticed how odd it is till now, just lolling about in my mouth, just sitting around there, and oh god, she's coming nearer, I could see her from far away, you can always tell with the red hair really ... it's like a fire hydrant, only not that bright red, just in the sense that I notice it from possibly a range of ten-to-twelve miles away…how could I not?

She has her books, the neat stack of them, heavy stack, tucked carefully under her chin, why I bet her throat isn't all wonky and dry, she's got this half-smile on her face, and she walks, wow, does she walk…it's no problem for HER…

One step, two step, foot, leg following, foot, leg following. Look casual, play it cool, but it's impossible, near her it's always impossible.

Right foot…left…right…left…

Heart thump, thump, thump, it's bursting out of my chest, god, god…my brain is marinating. It's marinating, I tell you. It's gone completely to liquid. I can't think.

James Potter is about to pass Lily Evans in the hallway, the crowded hallway, books clutched under both their chins. He walks self-assuredly, confident, always confident, through the crowded hallway filled with students. His hazel eyes twinkle and his black's hair's messy, as it always is, like he's just gotten of a broom.

Her hair bounces behind her, red, and her eyes are green and they sparkle with some sort of indeterminable light from within, sea-green.

James looks up just Lily's about to pass him, focuses on her amid the many faces and chattering and laughing and rushing students.

He winks arrogantly and cheesily at her, sticking out his shoe and tapping her leg very lightly with it.

She rolls her eyes, pushes away from him, and continues through the crowded hallway with her red hair bouncing.

Don't stare after her.