Lily Evans sat in a large, triangular, purple room. She sat idly twirling her wavy, shoulder-length, dark red hair around a finger. Lily was fourteen years old, and she attended Salem Magical Institute. She was very bright, but since she didn't apply herself to her work, she just barely passed the terms. Lily also got into a lot of trouble, mostly for mouthing off to people and starting fights, only one of which she had ended up in the hospital wing for. One couldn't really blame Lily for the way she acted, not if one knew her past

As Lily rode in a carriage pulled by no horses along with James, Sirius, and Remus (Peter was looking for his toad), she began to feel a knot of nerves forming in her stomach. More than anything, she wanted to be back at Salem in her hidden room, or flying around the grounds, or talking to Evan, or West, or anyone she knew

Day by day, Lily began to loosen up and let people in. She was still on her guard, but she began to become friends with the Marauders, Aria, and Ashley. Lily even began to help pull pranks on Snape and his friends.

James didn't know what to think when he saw Lily at breakfast the next day. She seemed completely normal, like nothing had ever happened. Her eyes were red, which she said was because she was tired, but he had a strong feeling she had been crying, even though he couldn't picture her crying.

Aria stretched out on a couch on her stomach and closed her eyes, dreaming of�pasta. Real, Italian, mouthwatering pasta, just like they had back home in Venice.

Aria sat numbly in Professor Dumbledore's office. Her day could not possibly get any weirder, even by magical standards. First, she had disappeared in the middle of a Quidditch game. Disappeared. Just like that

Back at the dark castle in the mountains, where it seemed that all evil seemed to spawn from, Lord Voldemort's lip curled when a Death Eater walked into the room. The servant knew his master was obviously angry and annoyed.
"Lucan," he hissed eerily. "I believe that I bestowed an important assignment upon you."

"Bye, Mum, I'm going to the store and I'll be back in a bit!" said Peter, running out the door with his broomstick in hand.
Before his mother could say a word, he had taken off, and was flying towards his master.

On February fourteenth, Lily awoke with the sun to the sweet, delicate silence of a morning snowfall, due to excitement and nervousness at the same time. She was excited and nervous for the Formal, but more nervous about what would happen between Remus and Ashley.