
“Not even a hello, Evans? It’s polite, you know.” James didn’t have to
turn around to recognise the voice cutting across the snippets of
conversation between students and their parents. Puffing out his chest,
he leaned against the trolley and pushed back his hair.“Clearly, Professor Dumbledore knows what he’s doing, don’t you
think?” He had to forcibly remind himself to tone down his ego — a
humbling conversation with his mother over the summer had convinced
him this was the way to go, if he ever wanted Evans to like him.
An angry blush coated the back of her neck. Who was he to tell her what was
polite and what wasn’t? Her eyes glanced back and forth between the badge
and his arrogant face, struggling to find something to say.
❝ Hello, James. ❞ His name coming out forced between her teeth. Her eyes
closed momentarily before she opened them to face him. The new Head Girl was
in no mood to tussle with Potter’s ego.
❝ Perhaps he’s made a mistake. Wizards can make mistakes, you know. ❞ Eyebrows
raised in confidence. As Head Girl and Boy, they would have to spend time together,
too much time together. She had successfully avoided him long enough, Lily
could do it again.
