Being one of Professor Slughorn's favorite students wasn't always the easiest. I wanted to succeed and show him I was worth his attention and I was ready to learn, unlike so many students who were there trying to look funny or pull immature pranks here and there. That was the reason why, that afternoon, I was in the Gryffindor Common room writing my Potions essay. Holding my books tightly to my chest, ink and feather in the other hand, I carefully sat on the armchair by the fire and put the ink on a small wooden table beside it. Leaning slowly against the chair, my long, soft fingers enclosed around the feather that I, then, sinked into the ink, I pulled out a plain piece of parchment and started writing. Furrowing my brow, ever so slightly, and visibly concentrated , I suddenly heard that annoying voice break the silence.
"Evans!" It was James, who else could it be ? Would he understand, one day, that I was not interested in being fooled by the most selfish, self-centered, arrogant jerk in the whole castle? "Evans , what's going on?"
Angry, I turned around , my piercing emerald green eyes staring straight into his brown ones in an undeniable fierce way, I snapped "I'm writing an essay , what does it look like I'm doing?"
"Well", James chuckled and ran his fingers through his messy dark brown hair, "It looks like you could use some company though, now am I right? Being there by yourself, aren't you bored a bit? I can always entertain." Before I could even answer, I saw him jump across the couch and sit on the armchair next to me.
"I don't need anyone to entertain me, Potter, now shove off. I need concentration", I answered dryly before my eyes looked back down at the parchment. I'd only written a few sentences when I heard his piercing voice break the silence once more, only causing me to let out an annoyed sigh.
"Come on Evans, don't be so stubborn. You know you want to take a walk around the castle with handsome James Potter", James leaned against the chair and angled his shoulders slightly to watch me, "I mean who wouldn't want to..."
"I don't want anything to do with you! I'm busy !", I glanced at him quickly and looked at my books once more, avoiding his gaze. Ugh ! How could he be so full of himself ? Couldn't he see that I didn't want to speak or even be seen close to him? So why did he keep insisting. "I thought you'd have let go of me a long while ago."
Yes, I was being rude. Yes, I was being insolent. But wasn't /James Potter/ always that way ?
"Well well well, we're in a bad mood, Evans?"
"How could I not be when you're here annoying the bloody hell out of me and not letting me finish my homework , James Potter? Don't you have something better to do? Like hang with your immature childish friends , the Marauders or however you're called."
"Sirius has detention, Remus is at the library as usual and I as hell do not care where Peter is at this moment. Hanging with him is like having a clingy fan follow you everywhere and nod at everything you say...", replied James, again brushing his straight dark hair out of his face. He moved his chair closer to mine, always in that insisting mood, "Come on Evans, just a little walk..."
I put up a fake smile upon my face, and brushed my long, thick red hair away from my freckled and light complexion and leaned closer to James . I stared straight into his dark eyes , our faces so close, and I saw him glance down at my pink lips as if he wanted to touch them with his,
"Listen carefully, Potter", I whispered , moving even closer, a few inches appart, "I already told you, I'd rather spend the rest of my life alone than to stand /one/ day with an arrogant brat like you."