Hair

„She has the best hair!" James claimed on their third day in Hogwarts. "It's so bright and red! Like a signal fire!"

Peter looked relieved and Sirius nodded, while Remus mumbled an agreement. The four eleven year old boys were lost. Truly, horrible lost in the castle. They had been on the way to the next class, when a stair changed direction and then they were wandering around the corridors in hope to fine anything or anyone that could lead the way. Peter already had tears in his eyes and James felt nearly as frustrated.

But then he caught a glimpse of Lily Evans' red hair around a corner. Neither of them knew all their classmates yet, but James could clearly recall the fiery red hair from his following Gryffindor. He poked Sirius in the ribs and told him. All four of them ran to the corner where he saw her. Once there they saw her turn around another corner. They followed her like this until they reached their potion classroom and James shouted out his admiration for her hair. But her hair was not only bright and red, but shiny and wavy and it looked very soft.

Later that day he found out that trying to touch that hair with jam-sticky hands was considered pulling hair.

James was sure of it. Lily Evans had the best hair.

A.N. This story will show some small insights how James fell in love with Lily over the years.

Disclaimer: None of the Harry Potter world is mine and I don't make money with it.

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