Written for the "50 Pairings 50 Prompts—Anything but Romance Challenge" created by Think My Name Is Funny Do You! Pairing is Lily and James, prompt is chopsticks. This is set early in their 6th year. Enjoy reading :3

~J~L~

"Hey, Evans!" James Potter shouted down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express. He shoved unnecessarily through the already thinning crowd until he reached the girl with fiery hair who stood with her hand on the handle of an empty compartment. He thought for one criticizing, hypocritical moment that it was a bit sad that Lily didn't have any friends to sit with during the long journey home for the Christmas holidays. Who would consciously choose to spend hours on end by themselves on a moving train with nothing to do but watch barren landscape pass? The thought passed when he realized that before spotting Lily, he had been about to settle into his own empty compartment.

"Hello James," Lily said, sounding more than a little exasperated as she continued into the compartment and lugged her things onto the overhead shelf. "What would you like?"

James opened his mouth to answer Lily's question but the words were stopped in their tracks and quickly replaced by a question of his own: "What in the world is in your hair?"

Lily blushed and pulled at the loose strands hanging in her face. "Uh, they're chopsticks." James furrowed his brow.

"I thought those were for eating," he said, sitting down across from her.

"My mum said when she sent them to me that some women wear them in their hair." James studied the gems dotting the stained wood with pursed lips, "I don't really know what I'm talking about though, and I've never seen anyone wear them before."

Finally, James wrinkled his nose and said with distain, "I think it makes you look quite like an alien."

Lily scoffed. "Go away, Potter!" she shot as he snickered and let himself out of the compartment.

And to think she believed they might have a nice, friendly conversation. Not with James Potter, I won't, she thought, and leaned against the window for a nap, questioning for the hundredth time since September why Remus Lupin was friends with that juvenile.

~J~L~