her by all means, always tried to be charming, but she never saw him, walked past him and did not look at him.It was depressing, and maybe that's why he turned it up so often and did things with the other three boys they shouldn't. It was a strange cycle, but James didn't mean to blame the young woman for the pranks and meanness. Especially since he had started to be calmer and more level-headed because of her, it was certainly not just the position of the student representative.
Then he finally stood in front of her again. At first, James didn't really know what to do, but then he just handed her the towel and laid the coat on the floor. "I ...", but he didn't get any further, rather immediately did what he would have said otherwise. He turned and stared at the door. He could hear her rise out of the water. In his mind's eye he imagined how the drops of water gently pearled down her body and collected on the floor. If it were just one of these drops, it would want to linger forever.But the young man forced himself to continue to look forward, he wedged his fingers together as if he wanted to continue to urge himself not to look back. It was tempting, he would like to see how she looked without anything. The school uniform seldom allowed many glances and outside of school he had rarely seen Lily. Not even in Hogesmeade had he noticed that he had seen her without her uniform. Didn't she have any other clothes? Or did she feel most comfortable in the uniform? As soon as he could, things flew into the corner and he rummaged in his suitcase for more comfortable ones.
"You can turn around again, James," her soft voice penetrated his ear. There she stood before him. Wrapped in her bathrobe and looking at him. If he could, not a second would have passed and he would have embraced her. But as loudmouthed as he was often, the smaller and more shy he now seemed to be. "I'll ... go now," and with that she walked lightly past him.He hardly dared to look after her, it was all so strangely new to him. He swallowed imperceptibly, trying to get some courage from somewhere, because his heart had fallen to his knees.
"Lily?" He called after her when she was already at the door.
"Yes?"
"Lily ... would it be ... I mean, only if you didn't mind ... it would be possible that you ..."
But instead of waiting for the rest of the question, she nodded gently. "I'll help you with the essay later," and she was gone out the door.
Immediately his heart leapt forward. He could hardly believe his luck. He would be able to be with her afterwards, sit next to her and watch her. She looked, James felt, just cute when she sat over her books and wrote something. Her forehead wrinkled every now and then, the corners of her mouth twitched. He sighed contentedly and could now go into his bath.