"Potter, how many times must I tell you no, before you get the picture?" She asked, annoyed at him for asking. Again. This was the third time that day. Normally he at least took a break. Right now, they were standing in Potions, packing away their things. Slughorn had put them together, because James had been yelling across the classroom with Sirius. James looked up. "As many as it takes for you to say yes, of course." He said, finally slinging his bag over his shoulder. Lily grumbled something that sounded much like 'toerag,' before she grabbed her own bag, and went ahead of James to get to her next class.
"Mate, you really should lay off her for a while." Sirius Black said from behind him. "And you don't need to listen in on my conversations, either, Padfoot." He grumbled, looking around for Moony and Wormtail. "Hurry up, mates. Off to Defense. And maybe I can ask Evans again, before class starts." He wondered out loud, while they all made there wait out of the dungeons, to their next class.

Reaching the class, just as it was about to begin, James called out. "Evans, will you go-" The Professor cut him off. "Mr. Potter, no matter how much I know I'll miss you asking Miss Evans out again today, please leave her alone until after class. Thank you." He said, before going into the lesson, leaving an annoyed looking James to take his seat.
"Potter, you really should stop doing that." Lily said, standing behind him. He turned his head. "Doing what, Evans? As far as I know, I was just asking you out again. Since when was that a crime?" Lily looked like she was considering the question. "Since you haven't laid off of it since third year." She replied, making to walk out of the classroom. James put an arm out to stop her. "Evans, remember. I'll make your life hell until you agree." He said casually. Lily turned on him. "Did you just threaten me, Potter? How pathetic. You can't get me by asking, so you result to threatening. Oh, good job, Potter. You deserve a prize." She said, pushing past his arm. She turned around at the last minute, and threw a hex at him. "And that's your prize." She said, before turning on her heel, and storming out of the room.


Lily was subjected to peace and quiet all day, while James was in the Hospital Wing, having Madame Pomfrey cut his rapidly growing hair. After classes, Lily was out by the Black Lake with Emmaline Vance.

"Hey, Lily, look over there." Emmaline said, elbowing Lily and pointing to a tree close by. "It's James. I wonder who he's with, though. The red head doesn't look like anyone I've seen around here. In fact, your the only red head since Arthur and Molly." She said, staring at the boy sitting next to James. All three of them looked uncomfortable. James elbowed the other two, and now they were pointing and staring at Emmaline and Lily. "You know what, I've had enough of Potter showing me off to his friends, like he owns me." Lily declared, standing up and slamming her book down on the ground. "Lily..." Emmaline warned. But it was too late. Lily was storming over to the tree where James and the other two sat. They look completely devastated and confused. Emmaline ran after Lily. Emmaline hurried her pace, when she heard Lily gasp. "Lily, what's wrong?" She asked, panting, now standing next to her friend. "His... Eyes!" She managed to gasp out. Emmaline looked at them, and let out a gasp, to mimick Lily's. "He's got..." Emmaline began, but couldn't finish. "My eyes." She finished, staring in disbelief at Potter. Emmaline stared for a moment. "Shouldn't James still be in the hospital wing, from that hex?" She muttered, still staring at the impossible eyes on James face. Lily turned her head, and looked at Emmaline. "He should." She said, nodding. She turned her head back to James. "Might I ask who you are? Because James should be in the hospital wing." Her eyes had narrowed just the slightest. The boy who she thought had been James, looked to his friends. The red head was staring up at Lily, and the girl shook her head, her mouth formed a perfect 'o.'

As if on cue, a booming voice rang out., that bounced across the grounds. "Evans! Where are youuuu?" Lily turned. Sure enough, the real James Potter was bounding toward them from the castle, with his unruly hair back at a normal size. He was smiling.