“Now, what was it that you needed help on?” I shoved the blank question sheet at him. He looked at it quizzically. “All of them?” he asked me. “All of them,” I answered with a wince. He nodded his head, giving me a small smile. “You’re one odd bird, Evans.” Evans. He hadn’t called me Lily. It had always bothered me before, but now somehow the surname now felt wrong. Perhaps it was because of the ten times ‘James’ mistake. Maybe it was because I’d gotten use to him calling me Lily. I didn’t know. I didn’t particularly want to know. “I’m sorry,” I muttered, blushing again. I cursed my ridiculous redheaded genes. “For what?” “For being stupid,” I answered flatly, motioning towards the empty question sheet. James laughed. “You’re not stupid,” he told me. “Some people just don’t get things.” “But I always get things,” I insisted. “Transfiguration is the only stupid thing that gives me trouble, and I have no idea why.” “Everyone has their weaknesses,” he told me kindly. I rolled my eyes. “Not you,” I muttered without thinking. “You’re good at everything.” Alas, my lovely traitor-of-a-mouth had struck again. I felt like the biggest idiot in the entire world. Think I complimented the bloke enough? “Trust me,” he answered quietly, in the strangest voice. “I’ve got my weaknesses as well.”
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