James Potter is so annoying. Every day he follows me down the halls and bombards me with questions. Oh no. He's catching up to me. "Hey Lily, what does a beozar do?" "Lily, have you seen my transfiguration book, because I think I left it in the common room…" "Lily, does my hair look ok?" "Lily, what's the wand movement for a levitation spell again?" "What's Snape's mom's name again? 'Cause I want to use it against him in some sort of cruel joke."

"JAMES POTTER SHUT UP!" Suddenly the hall went quiet and stopped moving. I brushed my hair back from my face, let out a heavy sigh and turned to look at Potter's shocked face. "Ok Potter. I'm tired of you bombarding me with questions. I can't even answer them because you ask me so quickly." Potter opened his mouth to argue but I cut him off. "I have a solution. From now on you can only ask me two questions every day."

"Only two questions a day? How am I supposed to manage?"

"Yes only two questions. You'll just have to manage like everyone else."

"Other people ask you more than two questions a day, don't they?"

"Sorry Potter, can't answer that. You're over your limit."

"Oh Lily, don't be ridiculous. Of course you'll answer my questions, won't you?"

"Can't answer that."

"Hah! You gave me an answer! So technically I got three questions today!"

"No, you got eight."

"Aren't we late for potions?"

"Can't answer that." Shoot he's right. I dashed off to potions, hardly worried that Slughorn would penalize me.

The next day I saw Potter stuffing his shirt into his pants, and frantically trying to adjust his tie. "Hey Lily, do you think I look ok?" He said with a comb between his teeth.

I grunted and pulled his tie straight. "Do you think McGonagall will take points off for my appearance again?" One day Potter had been ten minutes late to transfiguration with his shirt half tucked in, with the buttons mismatched, his tie was around his head and he had one shoe on and the other in his hand. No wonder McGonagall took off points.

"Probably not. You looked terrible that day."

"Well you're just full of compliments today, aren't you?"

"Can't answer that. You're over your limit."

"What limit? Oh. Come on, those didn't count."

"Oh yes they did." Potter made a face and stalked off. He talked to Sirius and Remus for a couple of minutes. Then Sirius came to me and said

"Lily, do you think you can just, forget about the limit? Just forget it, like the joke it is?"

"It's not a joke. I actually am annoyed. I can't wait to spend my first question-free day." Sirius walked back to his friends with less bounce in his step. I flounced off to breakfast, anxious to see what life would be like without Potter behind me asking questions every minute of every day.

It's lunch, and I haven't heard a word from Potter all day. Bliss. But, in a weird way, I do kind of miss it. Just a little.