As Lily reached for another helping of mashed potatoes, a girl farther down the table yelled, "The mail's here!" in this tone like she was expecting a million galleons from her parents. Naturally, the majority of students at Hogwarts jumped out of their seats, awaiting to recieve their mail.

With muggle parents who didn't use owls to send mail, Lily rarely got any, unless it was from a professor or a friend from another house. She continued spooning mashed potatoes onto her plate, a bit irritated.

What was so great about mail anyway? It was mail. Wow. Great. Not.

So you can understand why when a letter gracefully drifted into her lap, she didn't think it was hers until she saw her name, Lily Evans, written on it.

She hid it under the table, not entirely sure why she was doing so. She just had a feeling that she didn't want anyone to read it.

Noting that the Gryffindor seal closed the envelope, she carefully opened the mysterious letter.

Dear Red,
Meet me by the lake at midnight.
Please?
Love, a mysterious stranger that you don't know.

Gosh, she had no idea what that was from. Did James seriously think she would come

She glanced out the corner of her eye, but James was too occupied with a letter he was reading.

Was it him?

Of course it was, she told herself. Who else calls you Red? And says please when asking her out? And referred to himself like he was Merlin? No one.

And besides, she couldn't wander around after curfew, she had to be head girl next year!

Not that she was thinking of going, of course. James Potter was the most ridiculous, snobby, irritating male she'd ever met.

She was not going, and that was the end of that.

Most Likely.