“You might not believe this, McKinnon – But my whole life does not revolve around Lily Evans.” He said with a frustrated sigh. Marlene McKinnon had spent the last 25 minutes pestering him about why he had ‘given up’ on Lily. Training had finished half an hour ago, and the rest of the team left soon after. James had been packing the equipment up, when the blonde appeared beside him.
She thought for a moment, twirling a strand of her hair around a finger as she said, “Nope, you’re right. I don’t believe it.” She said with a satisfied smirk.
He rolled his eyes, placing his unlit cigarette between his lips as reached down to tie up his laces. Marlene watched him with a curved eyebrow, chewing her gum loudly. She was beginning to get on his nerves. He could feel her eyes burning into him, and he dropped his foot to the ground loudly, tucking his cigarette behind his ear as he turned to face her,
“Can I help you with something else, McKinnon?”
She shook her head, “Just trying to see what Lily sees in you.”
“Well can you do it somewhere els- Wait, what?”
“Don’t see it, myself. You’re fit I guess, but bloody hell you’re a dozy muppet sometimes.”
“Shut up for a second and go back to what you said before.”
“Which is it?” she asked, the trademark Marlene McKinnon smirk firmly planted on her lips, “Do you want me to shut up or do you want me to tell you about Lily?”
“I thought your whole life doesn’t revolve around her?”
“McKinnon, I swear to Merlin’s sweaty underpants, if you don’t tell me what you know I’m going to bench you for the Slytherin game.”
She opened her mouth to retort, but she knew he wasn’t kidding. James Potter didn’t kid when it came to Lily Evans. Besides; the look on his face was almost too pathetic to mess with him. She scowled, pulling at the ribbon that was holding her hair into her ponytail. “You’re a daft git, you know that, right?” She asked as her hair cascaded over her shoulder.
“Explain.” He demanded,
“She – Lily Evans – fancies you – James Potter. Savvy?” She explained slowly, in the most patronising voice she could muster. She smirked as his eyes widened on their own accord, as his hands dropped limply by his side, and his eyes became unfocused. She pulled jacket on, and picked up her bag and hung it over her shoulder,
“Nope. Bullshit.” He muttered, as he shook his head. His hand running through his hair as he frowned, Marlene rolled her eyes. “Don’t bullshit me, McKinnon.” He said a moment later, eyeing her suspiciously as he brought his cigarette to his lips again, lighting it this time.
“Like I said, I don’t see it. She’s clearly a nutter.” She began to smirk again, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she headed up toward the castle. As she moved away from him, she turned her head over her shoulder and called back to him, “By the way, Lily hates cigarettes. But I guess that doesn’t bother you, because your life doesn’t revolve around Lily Evans, right?”
“Right.” He said weakly, as he watched the blonde stride triumphantly away from him.
When she was out of sight, he looked down at the lit fag between his fingertips. It dropped to the ground and the sole of James’ boot ground it into the dirt. It was the last cigarette James ever lit.