Sirius shouted, causing James to slap him on the shoulder. Wincing, Sirius, hit Remus, who hit Peter, which went around in a never ending circle pattern. The girls stared with disgusted faces, trying to push aside their days of boyhood.

"What could Sandra possibly do? Make you not be able to go to the Dance?"

"Don't jinx it, Sev," I said flicking him with mashed potatoes

He turned away and ran to a bush nearby. Fourth years helping out with the dance had covered the grounds with flowers. James grabbed one of the roses and handed it to me. 

“Do you, Miss Anonymous, feel like you made the right choice in meeting me here tonight?”


“I do,” I said back silently. “And do you, James Potter, ever want to see me again after tonight?” 


“I’d have to check my schedule,” He said thinking again. “Absolutely,”