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Help! I need somebody | James + Lily
As always, she was still reluctant to accept any help but she figured if he was able to be a little more mature than usual, she could step it up. She didn’t want to ask for help in transfiguration. That class she knew would slowly become the bane of her existence, and that it had. She asked for his help regardless, but she didn’t honestly want her younger house mates to see she was getting tutored, and she wasn’t sure that she wanted her friends to see that she’d been talking to Potter any ways. He wasn’t a bad bloke, sure, but he had been once and that couldn’t leave her mind. No matter what he had been doing and how nice he had been, she still thought of him as the same prat he had been since he was twelve.
She shook her head clear of any thought. Today she would try to keep a clean slate, to clear her head of any irrational thoughts… and try not to bite his head off. She had been waiting on the fourth floor for about five minutes, but she had been early. She was never quite sure exactly when he would show up or if he even would, but she was putting her faith in Potter, and that scared her. She threw her hair up in a tight ponytail, trying to hide her bed head better than she had before. She swore that no amount of charms could ever help the mess that was her hair. She too a breath in and pressed her back against the wall, trying not to fall asleep.
She heard someone stepping down the hall and she willed her eyes open. ‘At least he’s not late,’ she thought as positively as she could. He moved closer and she willed herself to make some sort of friendly smile. “Hey, Potter.” She said nicely, “so are we going to do this in the hall or you’ve got a place?” She couldn’t help her natural sarcasm around him, so she hoped it wasn’t too brash. It was early and she hadn’t even had her breakfast yet.
She had not seen James in what felt like forever. Poppy was eager to see her best friend again. The blonde wasted no time in getting ready to go see him. The petite girl grabbed a dress she found hanging up in her closet, and tossed it over on her bed. Normally, Poppy wouldn’t make an effort of looking good. However, it was James, the only exception. She took her hair down and let it fall over her shoulders. Her hairbrush was in its normal place on her dresser, Poppy grabbed it and ran it through the golden locks. A small smile spread across her pale lips. She finally let everything sink into her head. James was back. Her best friend who she had loved dearly was finally back. She could hug him again, and talk to him again. The girl almost danced across her room to get to the dress on her bed. After slipping on the dress, and a pair of flats, Poppy was ready to visit James. She knew where he was staying, and decided she’d just walk there. Finally, Poppy arrived to his house and smiled again. Her dainty hand reached up to knock on the door. “Jamie!” she called. “It’s me. Open up!”
Emmeline & James || Fighting Fathers
Christmas was usually Emmeline’s favorite time of the year. She’d come home from school, Mum would take time off from work, Dad would insist on cooking and baking the Muggle way with his two favorite girls, and Emmeline would hardly want to go back to school and leave the happy little bubble of her house. It goes without saying that this year didn’t quite measure up to past Christmases, of course. Mum had tried for Emmy’s sake, but she wasn’t nearly as good with Muggle baking and cookery as Mr. Vance and most of what she and Emmeline tried to make this year had to be fixed with magic so it was edible. Nothing tasted the same, much to the disappointment of both. The house was decorated, of course, but it seemed so much emptier without Dad’s presence. Colder, almost. It was stupid, the house was just as warm as it always was. But Emmeline couldn’t help being depressed.
To make matters worse, her father couldn’t even come out of hiding or have visitors for the holiday. Emmeline couldn’t stand the silent house any more, her mother had gone back to work on Boxing Day and left her daughter to her own devices. Nothing could have been worse for the anxious teenager, being alone in the house with her worries and thoughts. Today she had finally come up with an excuse to leave the house. The clothing her mother had bought as Christmas gifts wasn’t fitting right, since Emmeline hadn’t noticed how much her eating habits had changed and that she had dropped a few pounds. She could never bring herself to eat much during exams or when she had a large assignment due, so it must be stress related…. At any rate, Emmeline didn’t want to ponder whether she was actually more stressed than usual. She just knew her clothes hung oddly off her, and that meant a trip to Diagon Alley to see if Madam Malkin could do some quick alterations.
She had dropped off the stack of clothes and been reassured that they would be done in a few hours, and, with little else to do, resigned herself to window shopping. As she emerged from the robe shop, she quickly buttoned up her coat and adjusted her new Ravenclaw scarf (a lovely present from her Secret Santa which she greatly appreciated) and shoved her hands in her pockets. It was a bit cold. Colder that it had been when she set out from the house, anyway. But she supposed the fresh, brisk air was good for her. Always better than being cooped up in the near-empty house. As she walked, she paused to look in the various shop windows, absently making a list in her head of what she’d want next Christmas, or for her birthday.
A leather-bound planner was pretty, as was nearly every book in the window of Flourish and Blotts (with the exception of two books on the Dark Arts, as Emmeline had a distaste for that subject). She did wish the stores would take down their Christmas decorations already. The holiday was over and done and the sooner there were less reminders of her absolutely dismal Christmas, the sooner she could pretend that it never happened and her life was perfectly normal. Although, the chances of her being able to actually do that were slim. She was also privately hoping she wouldn’t see anyone she knew from school. Because then there would be the niceties and polite conversation and she knew the question would come up. So how was your Christmas? And Emmeline would have to figure out a decent lie or purposefully be vague and abstract and either option was so much effort. She paused in front of the window of Quality Quiddich Supplies. She didn’t play the sport herself, but she always enjoyed watching the matches at school. When she was younger, her mum would take her to see some professional games and Emmy would come home and explain every little detail to her father, who never quite understood. She sighed, moving her hands from her pockets to cross them over her chest. The damn cold. She blinked her eyes furiously, upset at how they started to water. The damn wind.
the definition of "HUMBLY"
James 1: 21
So get rid of all the filth and evil in your lives, and
HUMBLY accept the word God has planted in your hearts, for it has the power to save your souls.
“with weekness” in KJV. To be meek or humble is to accept what God commands and ordains, and to seek help from God rather than trusting in one’s own abilities. It is not a passive tolerance of injustice (especially toward others), but a reliance on God for vindication and a refusal to retaliate when insulted. The meek person is convinced that God’s ways are good, so he neither disputes nor resists what God sends.
The humble person does not have a low opinion of himself; he is “not occupied with self at all” Because he trusts God’s goodness and His control over situations, the meek person does not have to worry about self-interest, “looking out for Number One,” or enhancing his status.
Jesus’ meekness (Matthew 11:29) did not conflict with His courage, concern for justice, and confidence that through God He was competent to do His job.
One For The Team || James & Doe
When her alarm rang for the fourth time, the shrill sound echoing through the dorm room, Doe let out a groan of frustration. She rummaged for her wand, halfheartedly considering shouting at the alarm to shut up. Ever prepared, she’d set it to start at four-fifteen, giving her more than enough time to drag herself out of bed and down to the pitch. Yawning and shuffling out from underneath the covers, she wondered yet again why she’d agreed to this. Yet again, she remembered their upcoming match against Ravenclaw, and hastily rummaged for comfortable clothes.
She changed quickly, and grabbed her wand and broomstick before racing out of the dorm. She’d hoped to head down to the pitch before James, but if he really didn’t sleep, like he said, she doubted she’d manage it. She shook her head at the thought of the team captain; she had been caught between concern and not wanting to be nosy about his strange behaviour. She’d already discarded the idea of talking to the Marauders about it, because chances were they already knew, and James would never forgive her if she did. Besides, he was a big boy, she thought dryly. This was probably the ‘manly’ version of sulking and crying in a corner. Hopefully.
She just hoped he wouldn’t drive himself into the ground, for several reasons. First and foremost, she certainly wouldn’t want him to collapse from exhaustion during their match against Ravenclaw. Secondly, their exams were coming up, and if he kept this up, he’d never survive it, clever though he was. And third… Doe told herself that he could sort out whatever issues he had, but she couldn’t help but wonder. He had seemed snappier and… more bitter.
She stepped out of the building, relishing the feel of the cool air on her skin. She could just make out James’s figure flying around the pitch; she scowled, disappointed even thought she had expected it. Remember not to nag him, she told herself as she called out to him. But she wasn’t sure if she would be able to stop herself. If not for him, she would have to do it for the team.