Disclaimer: It's all Jo's.
Author's Notes: So this story is pretty weird, and pretty crappy, and pretty short, but whatever. Review anyway, just because you want me to become a better author so I can write better stories for you. The reader always benefits in the end.
Just to warn everyone who's gotten this far in the AN, I'm not going to be putting out any stories during November as I'm going to be writing a novel for National Novel Writing Month, or Nanowrimo (www dot nanowrimo dot com, for those who are interested). It's a challange to write an entire 50,000 word novel in 30 days, and I'm doing it! Yay. Anyway.
Alisa
Courage
The Sorting Hat put Lily Evans in Gryffindor for many reasons, one of which was blatant courage. Whether it be mouthing off to professors or chastising James Potter for some prank, Lily Evans's obvious cheek and bravery were always being modeled by the feisty red-head.
Today, the first day of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Lily was doing something that would make most people mortified beyond recognition, but oho, not for Lily. She was as cool as a cucumber, as the saying goes.
It was right after an hour of McGonagall ranting on about N.E.W.T.s, which had been efficiently tiring (Lily had been afraid that she would fall asleep, fall out of her desk, and crack her head open on the stone floor where she would bleed to death) and almost as nauseating as Lily imagined the N.E.W.T.s themselves to be. She had the next period off, as did her query, though he didn't know he was Lily's query yet.
She followed him stealthily to the common room, spotting him alone for the first time in the past two days. Slipping through the portrait hole after him, Lily waited until he was comfortably seated with Advanced Transfiguration and a scroll of parchment before attacking.
She stood in front of him as she said, "Good morning, James! You're just the person I fancied a talk with."
James Potter looked up from his Transfiguration book. "Oh—hullo, Evans."
She gave him a stern look.
"Oh, right—Lily. Sorry."
"No need to apologize," she said with a wave of her hand, and she said nothing more, just stood there, watching him with those eyes.
He shifted uncomfortably before asking, "Would you like to sit?"
"Why, yes I would, thank you for asking," she said, dropping herself next to James on the couch. She fixed him with another stare.
James shifted again. "What did you want to—erm—talk about?"
Then Lily said, without skipping a beat and in a perfectly casual and calm voice, "I want to go out with you."
James choked and managed to sputter out, "Wh-what?"
"I want to go out with you," she repeated.
James frowned at her, still coughing a bit, and said, "I'm not sure I understand."
Lily's brows lowered just a bit. "I want to date you. Understand?"
"You're positive?" James asked quickly, his voice low and desperate.
Suddenly Lily's passive face turned anxious. "Yes, I want to date you, go to Hogsmeade with you, be your girlfriend, by Merlin I do! James, I swear, don't make me say it again!"
"Oh." He paused. Then: "You don't have to get so angry about it, you know."
Lily threw her hands in the air with a shriek. "You twat, maybe if you were more competent I wouldn't have to shout to get something through that think skull of yours!"
There was a silence as a few fifth years stared at them and Lily breathed heavily, her hands in fists.
Then James said, in what he hoped wasn't too hopeful of a voice, "Does that mean I can kiss you now?"
Lily sighed in relief. "I thought you'd never ask."
FIN.