"Ever since fourth year," James started to explain, when I obviously failed to grasp the humorous concept of ‘the whole picture’, "I’ve had you up on a sort of pedestal, you know?"
"Pedestal?" I asked.
"Yeah," James nodded. "I mean, you…you’re Lily Evans. You’re perfect. You’re smart, you’re nice, you’re beautiful, you’re confident and clever, the professors adore you—everyone loves you—you were a prefect, you always followed the rules, never did wrong…"
I blushed furiously, ignoring the self-conscious flutter in my stomach as he went on and on about my supposed perfection. However utterly and completely wrong he was about mostly everything he was saying, I’m not going to lie and pretend I didn’t enjoy hearing him say it anyway. I’m only human, after all.
"You," he continued pointedly, throwing me a small smile as I began to resemble a tomato more and more, "were the Infallible Lily Evans."
"Infallible?" I choked out. "Hardly!" __________________________________________________________
"James?" I called.
"I just wanted to…well, I’m sorry. For everything. I didn’t mean to drag you into all of this—well, I mean, I did, but I…" I sighed, stopping before the rambling began again. "You get what I’m saying."
"Yeah," James said again, nodding his head. "Don’t worry about it, Lily. Like I said, things could be worse."
"You could actually be dating me," I reminded him with a smirk.
"Or I could be dead," he added with a grin.
I snorted. “I’m almost afraid to ask which one you’d prefer.”
James laughed again, intelligently choosing not to respond to my last comment. A few moments later, he started slowly down the corridor again, and with a slight wave to me, smiled as he said, “‘Night, Infallible Lily Evans.”
I threw him a look as I called down the corridor, “I’m not infallible anymore, remember? I fall!”
James shook his head. “Nah,” he said softly. “You’ll always be infallible.”