He was walking down the street. That was all he was doing. A harmless enough action, that caused so much bloody damage.
Lily hadn’t been the first to see him, it had been Petunia.
“Phwoar, would you look at him?” she muttered, trying to tidy her hair hurriedly. Lily rolled her eyes, not even bothering to look in the direction of Petunia’s gaze. In hindsight, she probably should have.
“Oh my, he is quite lovely, isn’t he?” Her mother fussed. The three of them were having lunch in London, at a café her mother absolutely adored in the center of town, having gotten a nice table outside on the street where they could, as her mother called it, ‘people watch’. Lily merely sipped on her tea, before finally looking up to see the boy in question. She nearly passed out at the sight,
“Shit.” She muttered, feeling the colour drain from her face, trying to place her tea down gently, but instead she made an almighty clattering noise as the china collided.
“What was that dear?” her mother asked softly, turning back to look at Lily, “Everything okay?”
She nodded dumbly, trying to avoid the gaze of the boy.
James Potter was in the center of muggle London; a guitar slung over his shoulder, a news paper tucked under his arm and a cigarette hanging from his lips. James Potter was in London, and her mother and sister had just found themselves drooling over him. She had to admit though; he did look bloody fit.
He was dressed in a sharp black coat, neat trousers and a worn pair of leather boots. She tried to not stare at him, but the second she managed to tear her eyes away, the damage had already been done. He’d spotted her.
“Evans!” he grinned, waving to her before beginning to cross the road towards them.
“You know him?” Petunia hissed across the table, her eyes were murderous with jealousy.
She muttered what was supposed to be an excuse to leave the table, but it came out an inaudible jumble of words, as she stood up and made her way towards James. She could feel her sister’s eyes burning into the back of her.
The boy grinned as they neared each other, “Wotcher, Evans?”
“What the bloody hell are you doing in London?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow, a question which merely caused him to chuckle softly,
“Had to buy a few more strings, Red. Sirius busted most of them last week trying to play some Hendrix. Turns out the acoustic didn’t handle the electric so well…” He said, motioning to the instrument on his back, “Could ask you the same thing though?”
“Lunch with my mum and my sister.” She muttered darkly, not bothering to look over her shoulder at the pair
“You don’t seem overjoyed at the fact?” he asked, raising an eyebrow with a bemused smirk,
“I love being with my mum, but If you’d met my sister, you’d understand.” She said with a sigh,
“Then let’s go meet her then.” He said, smiling charmingly as he stepped past her and towards the table of women. Lily tried to stop him, she reached to grab his arm, but felt the material of his coat slip between her fingers,
Oh no, oh god no.
It was too late, he’d already introduced himself and had both the women swooning at his lopsided grin. He chatted easily with them, oozing his usual charismatic charm, and Lily stood and watched in awe as she appeared beside him. Finally, after what felt like excruciating hours, he said,
“I best be off, but it was lovely to meet you ladies,” he said with another grin, kissing Mrs Evans’ hand softly and winking to Petunia before turning back to Lily, “It was wonderful to see you, Lily.” He said genuinely, “See you on the train?”
She nodded weakly, and he grinned, leaning down to kiss her cheek as he whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry. You’re still my favourite Evans.” Before waving goodbye once more to the others and disappearing down the street. Her cheeks burnt red and she stared after him, wondering what he was playing at.
When Lily sat back down, Petunia’s expression was murderous. But Lily couldn’t help but smirk right back at her.