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Dear James (Or not),
I don’t miss your annoying voice, nor your curly hair that keeps falling into your eyes and onto your glasses. I don’t miss your pick-up lines, nor you throwing paper at my head during the dance lessons McGonagall forced me to take with you.
I will not go to the ball with you.
I will not stay near you.
Not at all.
Let me emphasize this.
From, Lily EVANS.
Without Potter.
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There was a heart drawn on the letter.
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Dear, dear, and wonderful Lily Potter,
I’m happy you thought of me. Besides, Lily Potter sounds great. My vacation consists of thinking about you and your red hair, which isn’t as curly as mine, but still manages to confuse me every time I see you. I understand that you don’t miss me—it means I won’t be missed because I’m always on your mind.
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The rest of the letter was torn, but it was clear that many things had been written in the missing section.
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Remus,
Do you think I’m as handsome as David Bowie?
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For some reason, this letter actually got a response.
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James,
No. Why do you ask?
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Remus,
Why not? I don’t know, I was thinking about it yesterday. Lily hates me.
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James,
You’re an idiot.
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Remus,
I think I’m shallow. I think I only like Lily because I wanted a challenge. Though, if I’m being honest, I do feel good when I look at her—I could spend hours doing that. I wanted to fall in love with her eyes, eyes that have never really looked at me. And man, what beautiful eyes. She’s tough, but Mary seems to make her melt in an instant. Sometimes all it takes is for them to look at each other, and I already feel pathetic. Bland.
And yet, I am the supreme bad boy, James Potter, the incredible James Potter.
You know, Remus, in the beginning, I convinced myself this wasn’t just a passing thing. That it was my time to shine, my time to love and be happy with Lily. But suddenly, everything seemed to fall apart.
I don’t hate Mary or Lily, but now I feel like I don’t really like people.
Well… there is one person I’m interested in. But, you know, it’s a secret. I’d probably die if anyone found out.
I know this doesn’t make much sense, Remus. And I know I’m probably just creating a giant mess of thoughts that, in the end, lead nowhere. But you’ve always been good at listening to me, so at the very least, that helps.
See you soon. Have fun.
P.S. Mama Euphemia said she’ll make lots of sweets when you come over.
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There were no more letters from Remus in response, so maybe that meant this letter was never sent.