PM - 267 - 11/22/23 - Dance
James laments over how he thinks school dances are dumb, but that all changes with a confession.
“School dances are lame,” James groans. “You spend weeks trying to find a moment to ask the perfect person to the dance and then an uncomfortable night feeling the worse sort of pressure that you could have for a date and the worst night ever.”
Remus laughs. “You’re just mad Evans turned you down, again.”
“It’s not like I expected her to say yes, and it be honest, I’m glad she didn’t because I don’t even want to go – especially not with her.”
“Since when?” Sirius questions suddenly interested. “You’ve been fancying Evans for years.”
James shrugs. “She made me a fool for years – especially the DADA OWL. I get that I was out of line, but I just… I can’t really be with someone like that.”
“Yet, you asked her to the dance.”
“I did,” James states. “Because it was expected, obvious… but not who I actually want to go with.”
Sirius gives him a curious look, as Remus begins asking probing questions.
Sometimes, James hates Remus’ determination to get answers, especially when it deals with his secret fancy of Sirius. He just can’t risk telling Sirius about it.
He answers and deflects for nearly twenty minutes before he blurts out, “Fine – you want to know who it is, Remus? It’s Sirius – my best mate, our dear Padfoot. He means the world to me, is so gorgeous and amazing and I want nothing more than to ask him to the dance, but that’s –”
“Then, why don’t you ask me?” Sirius asks, cutting him off.
James had nearly forgotten Sirius laying quietly on his bed. He could see a look in his eyes that gives off sincerity. So, he asks, “Sirius, would you like to go to the dance with me?”
“I’d love to,” Sirius states.
Relief floods through him. “Fantastic.”