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In late afternoon, on a rather brisk Friday, James Potter found himself heading towards the Great Hall. He wasn't exactly sure whether his friends or anyone he knew besides Lily Evans and Marissa Eveglion had arrived yet. That's what he got for coming to school early - something very rare that occured in James's life.
Step by step, he crossed the corridor, making his way towards the staircase. Pausing, he sighed and leaned against the wall. He was in the one state he hated being - solitude. James couldn't bring himself to play Quidditch, and it was even a bit chilly outside. Not that James ever minded that, but at that moment he wanted to stay indoors.
Running his fingers through his hair, James looked down towards his shoes, shaking his head - messing with his hair. Sighing, he crossed his arms. Surely there had to be someone to talk to. Right?
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Solitude
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