What's in a name?
Lily Evans was angry.
She'd just had a fight with James Potter. Again. Potter was, in her opinion, the worst person in the world to spent time with. Always bragging about something, always poking his nose in where it's not wanted, always annoying her.
Lily was currently in her 5th year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She'd already put up with four and a half years of James, only two and a half to go…
"Hey, Evans!" his voice called from the bottom of the stairs that led to the dormitory. "Come here!"
"What now?" Lily said quietly. Sighing, she stood up, and left the room.
At the bottom of the stairs James was standing, smirking.
"Evans, will you go out with me?"
"I think you know the answer to that," Lily said in a monotone voice. Honestly, doesn't he ever get tired of this?
"Excellent!" James said grinning. "When and where? Hogsmeade, the Three Broomsticks, on Saturday?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Our little date!"
"What date?" Lily asked, frowning. "I don't remember saying anything about a date…"
"No," came James' reply, "But you said you thought I knew the answer!"
"I think, Potter," said Lily, "That you've got the wrong end of the stick."
Lily stomped back to the dormitory, her red hair cascading down her back. James went woefully to sit next to Sirius, who looked as if he was trying not to laugh.Ten minutes later, Sally came up to the dorm. She noticed something was up with Lily the second she walked in.
"James?" Sally asked.
"A hole in one. Doesn't that boy ever quit?"
"It would appear not."
Lily sighed. "Why doesn't he just give up?"
"I think he's just very determined. Either that, or he wants to keep the fan girls away."
"Great."
"Are all boys this annoying?" Sally queried.
"Only ones called James," decided Lily.
Many miles away, a blonde girl sat on her bed, pen in one hand and notepad in the other. She muttered as she wrote.
"What'cha doing?" said her brother, walking in.
"Go away, James," the girl said, not looking up from her writing, but the boy just walked over to the window. "You know I don't like being disturbed when I'm writing!"
The boy didn't move.
"Just go, James!" the girl said, getting more and more agitated.
"Alright, alright!" the boy moaned. "Don't get angry!"
The girl snorted as he left. "I heard that!" he called back.
Then her phone rang. She had got a text message (finally!) from her friend Beth.
'Wot u doin amy?' the message read.
'Writing n bein annoyed by my lil bro,' she tapped back.
'R all boys as anoyin as ur bro?' came the reply.
'No,' the girl replied, smiling. 'Only 1's called James'.