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I Hate James Potter
Unfortunately, barfing on your best friend isn’t exactly the best thing to do, especially if she has your homework in one hand and a goblet of pumpkin juice in another. Which was the bloody reason I couldn’t barf on Madeleine. After all, who would want to turn in a sheet that reeked of pumpkin juice?!
The Marauders and the girl paid no mind and walked over to sit in a seemingly uncharted spot on the benches. I felt like a truck ran me over. So what? I thought. So Potter gets a girlfriend after two years pining for me, why should I care?
I woke up in the hospital wing thinking, Damn. I just murdered another friendship.
Pajamas Don't Fix Problems
Because honestly, I didn’t care. My fight with Madeleine wouldn’t disappear if I put on my pajamas. The bandages on my leg wouldn’t disappear if I put on my pajamas. That gorgeous girl wouldn’t disappear if I put on my pajamas.
The tears fell as the sound of people's unmerciful jeering increased.
"I think you do, Evans.” She went back to smirking. “Now, I know that you and James are soul mates and all that—“ I let out a groan. “—but the course of true love never did run smooth.” I stared at her.
"Oh, do you?” I screamed, pain ripping at me like claws. “Are you sure you don’t remember that day when I was sent to the hospital wing? Or were you too busy playing around with your new girl who you’re just going to break into pieces?” As I spoke, the more livid and louder I became.
Why should I just stand here like a stupid idiot? I growled in my head. Why am I not doing anything while he chops me down?
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