I apologise, you’ve caught me at a bad time, I’m a bit out of breath seeing as my mother saw fit to put me in a corset. For practise. Practising what exactly? How to die gracefully? Because God forbid you have bad posture a moment before you suddenly decide to keel over. So you see my view on corsets then.

-This chapter's been updated | 27.6.10-

“Lily?” James asked. Oh boy. Here we go.

“You look nice,” he said, before returning to the Quidditch magazine he’d taken up after giving up on beating Sirius at Exploding Snap.

“Thank you,” she said, then left the compartment, Remus trailing behind her.

Wow. She didn’t kill him.

“Wow. She didn’t kill you,” Sirius said, looking slightly shocked.

 
“What?” I said, looking at Madame Pomfrey who had rolled her eyes and tutted as soon as we walked, or in my case ‘limped’, in. “Not happy to see me?”

“Not in this state, child,” she replied.

“Well, you are the matron, what other state would you see me in?” I asked, wincing at the cut in my lip.

“What happened?” she asked, sighing.

“She tried to eat a fork,” Sirius said, speaking for the first time.

“I like you,” I stated, unconsciously rubbing my forehead with the bottle. There was a reason I didn’t public expressly my feelings. I’m quite blunt, and they never come out well.
“I like you, too,” he said.
“No, I mean. I think I’m in love with you.”