Believe it or not, I'm not J.K. Rowling.

Hello. My name is Lily Evans. I am currently seventeen years old and a seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am also the Head Girl this year, along with, Merlin help me, James Potter.

Oh come on. He's not that bad.

Stay out of my diary, Raya.

Your diary? I seem to recall buying this diary.

For my BIRTHDAY.

Exactly.

What do you mean, exact-oh, forget it. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, James Potter. Urgh. He is a stupid, big-headed prat. A total-

That's not fair, Lily. He's not stupid; he's got second highest marks. SECOND TO YOU. And he's completely deflated his head this year. I mean, he was awful before, I'll grant, but he's gotten a lot better. And-

Thank you, Raya for your commentary on Potter.

Lily glares at the brunette sitting next to her. "I mean it!" she murmurs, pushing a strand of deep red hair behind her ear. "I can't stand that prat, and I don't want MY BEST FRIEND defending him IN MY DIARY!"

"Okay, Lily, chill out," Raya says with a laugh. "I get it."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say that you sound as if you like him, Raya, but I know you're smarter than that."

Raya shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "Right."

"Raya?"

"What?"

"You don't like him…right?"

"And if I do?"

"Raya! MERLIN! YOU'VE FALLEN FOR THE ENEMY!"

"Shut up!" Raya hisses, flinging a hand over Lily's mouth. "It's just a little crush, okay? It started last year when he started changing, and I actually saw him APOLOGIZE to Snape. Well, more like he tried to apologize as he dodged curses left and right, but-"

"Raya," Lily snaps. "You're. Talking. About. James. Potter. JAMES-"

"Yes?"

Lily whips around in time to see a handsome bespectacled dark haired boy enter her and Raya's compartment.

"What do you want, Potter?"

"Now, now, Lily. Can't I visit two lovely girls in my year without an interrogation?"

This has Raya blushing, which only infuriates Lily. "Potter, knowing you, no. And, having known you for, God help me, seven years, I can also confidently say that you're up to something."

"Me? Up to something?" He sits opposite Lily and pulls an apple out of his pocket. "You're so suspicious, Lils; what could I possibly be up to?"

Lily glares at him. "Don't call me that, Potter," she says in a dangerous voice. "And if I were you, I would leave immediately, or-"

"Or what?" he smirks. "Little Lilykins wouldn't do any magic outside of school for fear of getting in trouble. Perfect little Lily."

"Potter! A detention would be nothing if I could wipe that smirk off your face."

"So violent. Well, one of us has to be the bigger person, and it looks like that'll be me today. See you later. Bye, Raya," he adds as he saunters out the door.

Raya looks as though she's about to faint. "Bye, James."

I HATE JAMES POTTER. HE IS THE WORLD'S BIGGEST PRAT! And now he's got Raya all googly-eyed over him! Is the world going mad? Only Dumbledore knows how that boy got to be Head Boy. Head Boy! As if he could handle the responsibility. Although he did handle the first-years very well after the feast-no! I am not complimenting him. I'm just…tired. That's it. In fact, I'll just go to bed now and save myself from other overly complimentary remarks about James Potter.