I Like Cats
"It's your fault that I'm going to die alone," Lily tells him as she sees him sitting by the fire in the common room.
"How so, Evans?" He asks with feigning innocence, a sly smile on his face.
"I just got back from a horrid date with, Philip," she informed him. "He kept looking around the Three Broomsticks nervously and then half way through the date he asks me if you were going to hex him for being with me," she finished shooting daggers at him.
James chuckled, running a hand through his already messy hair. "And this is my fault?" He inquired.
"There isn't anyone else who would go around threatening any boy I decide to date."
"I threatened one of your dates," he corrected. "That was a year ago anyways."
"Now, no one seems interested in dating me because of you and your big mouth," she glared, taking a seat on the chair across from him.
"You act as if this is a bad thing, Evans," James smirked.
"You're impossible," she muttered.
"You're not going to die alone, Lily." He said after a few moments.
"Right, I'll get a few cats or something," she replied looking at the fire.
"I like cats," he smiled.
"That's nice," she replied without looking in his direction.
"I could live with one, or a few, whichever you prefer, really."
"Are you suggesting we live together?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Of course I am. You, me, and a few cats. What do you say?"
"Only in your dreams, Potter," Lily rolled her eyes at him.
"Sometimes dreams can come true," he commented before standing and leaving.
