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I happen to like spastic!Lily so, here she is.

Dear James Potter,

I have thought over our relationship as it connects with our future and have concluded-

I rub my eyes and groan, staring down at my parchment in disbelief. The little James Potter voice in my head (that I'm still unsure whether I should go to the hospital wing for or not) is laughing at me. Christ, Evans, you sound like you've swallowed a textbook! it crows gleefully. I'm going to have to agree with the psychotic voice in my head, though. The real James Potter would probably laugh at me just as much as the imagined one. This isn't very helpful.

Dear James,

I know I said I'd rather go out with certain sentient aquatic life than you, but it seems the Giant Squid doesn't like gingers, so I came back to you-

Okay. That just sounds stupid. Apparently, no more trying to be funny. It doesn't work.

I hit my head with my book lightly (or as lightly as you can get when the book's at least seven pounds) and sigh, probably also pouting a bit, unfortunately. This is unfair. This should be easier for me. Tons of people have done this sort of thing before, right? Should be simple. Except there's that Shakespeare thing, where the course of love never does run smooth or something like that, and now I sound like a prat again because even if I did just misquote Shakespeare very badly, James probably doesn't know who he even is. Shakespeare was a muggle. Argh.

My dearest James,

For too long I have repressed my feelings for you. Let me tell you of them. I love you dearly and wish to have your children-

Oh, God, that one was even worse. I wasn't even trying to be serious on that one. Although, you know, I wouldn't really complain about marrying him and having his kids. (Well, I might complain about the kids sometimes.) That's just not the sort of thing you say to a guy, though. You don't want to scare them away, right?

James,

I need someone to amuse me next Hogsmeade trip. Want to volunteer?

That one... actually wasn't so bad. I mean, I doubt I'll send it, but maybe simple does it. Everyone always tells me not to overthink things, and although I'm freaking out a bit (ohmygod he might be the guy I spend the rest of my life with and I don't mind that) I think I might be able to fake nonchalance. Yes, I can do this.

The next day I give James a note before walking calmly across the common room back to my seat where I can watch his reaction. (Of course, my mind's screaming Run! Run for your life! and Quick, set fire to the parchment, it's not too late! but I like to think that no one can tell how terrified I am.) He looks after me somewhat bemusedly (which is fair, as I've just gotten out of a prefect meeting where I could've talked to him about anything important related to school) and unfolds the note way, way too quickly. I'm sweating and it feels like my head is going to explode and fly away without the rest of me. All of a sudden I regret using a note to communicate this in the first place- I'm not twelve, I'm seventeen, why can't I just talk to him rationally about this? His eyes are skimming my words swiftly and- wait, he's reading it again. He looks like he's in shock. Hold it, why's he pulling out his wand? Oh, for heaven's sake! I think he just cast Finite Incantatem on my bloody note. I didn't hex it or anything!

I've never seen his eyes that big. Is he about to cry? Or is he going to laugh at me? Oh, God, I knew I shouldn't have done this. Sure, laugh at the girl who's fallen for her ex-rival/harasser/irritant/whatever the hell he is. I think I might cry now. Wait, he's smiling now. That's the biggest smile I've ever seen on his face. He's looking at me, too. Is my face on fire? It feels like it is.

He's nodding! Aaah, he's nodding! My life is amazing! Charmed! I feel like I've been hit with a classful of Cheering Charms! I feel like dancing! Yes! He said yes!

Dear Potter,

I think you're something special. Go out with me?

Love, Evans