"Come now, Prongs, you've been staring at her for hours!" Fifteen year-old Sirius Black pushed his long black hair out of his face and gently tugged on James's sleeves. But this was to no avail, as James continued to dreamily gaze in her direction.
"James, he's right, you know. We're your friends. We can't merely sit here while you waste away, dreaming of a girl who quite plainly isn't interested." Remus gave him a quick glance. "It's not healthy." He turned back to his copy of The Danger of Werewolves.
James Potter was not at all bothered by his friends' concerns. Oh, Lily Evans, with her beautiful red hair, bright emerald eyes, fiery-"
"Will you snap out of it!" Sirius hissed in his ear. James turned quickly.
"Er, yes, what were you saying, Padfoot? I was...spacing out."
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Yeah, "spacing out"…you were staring at Evans!"
James flushed immediately. "Yeah, so what?"
"James, mate, don't you get it? She's not into you!"
James smirked. "Of course she is. All the girls are." He winked at a fourth year a few feet away, who immediately blushed and fled the common room.
"James, you've really got to deflate that head of yours a bit. Lily said so herself, perhaps not the same way. In fact, she was much more blatant."
Remus brushed some dirt off of his robes. "So why won't you give up, James?"
James grinned and jumped up. "I'll make her mine! I'll never give up!"
With that, he got up and made his way to her studying form.
"Funny," muttered Remus darkly, "He doesn't seem quite so confident or persistant when it comes to Charms…"