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   Green eyes couldn’t help but raise in question at the other,
   brows following in suit when they took the empty seat
   that was right across from her — as if it was completely normal.
   When, in fact, it was the exact opposite of normal,
   and Lily felt an expression - made specifically for this person -
   begin to creep upon her face despite the overwhelming
   urge to hide it away and remain stoic within the company of a certain James Potter.

                      He was an absolute menace. A prat.
                      Her guard was up without much question —
                      because why would he ever decide to join
                      her in the library of all places.
                      Despite his annoying tendencies and lack
                      of ability to take things seriously — she was
                      aware of the brain that he did happen to have.

      It was just always a rare occasion when he chose to actually use it.
      Which — at the moment — didn’t make much sense.

              “————— Potter.”

                                ”What on earth are you doing?”