"Evans," James said.
"Evans," he said again.
"Evans," he said, yet again.
"Evans,"
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU WANT?" Lily roared. She had had enough of his annoying pestering. She glared at the messy haired and bespectacled boy standing in front of her. His hazel eyes were twinkling at this opportunity to talk to Lily.
"You know what time it is right?" he said, smirking at her outrage.
"What, like 8 'o' clock?" she said, surprised by this simple question. But it couldn't be good either way.
"More like 1 am," James said. She looked around the library; sure enough they were the only ones there and it was pitch black outside. Her huge piles of books looked like monsters and the light from her candle caused shadows to eerily dance along the walls. She had been in here since dinner; it was NEWT time and she took studying really seriously.
"STUDENTS OUT OF BED! STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" they heard someone yell from nearby.
"Oh crap," Lily hissed. She grabbed her personal books and shoved them in her bag.
"Language, Ms. Evans," James smirked, sending her his best cocky grin as she glared. She jumped up and searched around frantically for an exit when the enraged caretaker burst in.
"AHA!" Filch yelled, his yellow-eyed cat right behind him.
"Come on!" James said. He jumped over the table, sending books flying, and grabbed Lily's hand.
"Run!" he cried.
"Potter! Let go of me!" Lily yelled, slapping James' hand.
"Okay, have it your way and get detention," he said, leading her away from Filch. She brushed her long, auburn hair out of her face and looked at him with her big, emerald eyes.
"You better know what you're doing," she warned and a triumphant look broke out onto James' face.
"Hold on tight Ms. Evans," he smirked.