Damn Potter. He knows I won’t back out! And I won’t. I sighed. How did I get here again? Oh yeah, that’s right. I forgot my wand and James Potter was born. I sighed again. “Evans…?” Oh I guess I’d better answer him. “Deal.” I shook his extended hand.

“What does it look like?! I’m PAINTING!”

Potter and Black’s mouths made and ‘O’ shape whilst they tilted their heads to examine my ‘painting’.

“Uhm, Evans, is this supposed to be the Great Lake?” Black said, scrunching up his nose.

“No, it’s the Astronomy Tower,” I answered defensively. Nobody insults my painting!

In fat, large, obese, humongous letters across the top of the poster were the words “SEX TIPS: ADVICE FROM THE SEX GOD!”. Below, in less offending, yet still quite bold letters was, “Come see James Potter and Sirius Black to get your copy of this sensational new pamphlet! Improving your love is only two sickles away! (or five sickles for three). Selling in the Gryffindor Common room like pumpkin pasties – don’t miss out!”

“How could that possibly be Lily Evans?” I asked disbelievingly. It felt weird, after everything that had gone down between us.
“Well let’s see: green eyes…check,” Sirius began counting on his fingers (presumably because he’d lose count if he didn’t), “Red hair… check, take-no-prisoners-Nazi-attitude… not check – must be good day. Female gender… questionable –”

The day had started in a seemingly normal fashion… and yet I somehow found myself holding a video camera (enhanced with a stoke of magic, of course), and recording my self-obsessional best friend. Doing strange things.