Author's Note: this is my first fanfic. Hope you'll like it and give me your honest opinion. Thanks!

James was bored. Real bored. He had done whatever he could think of: he had irritated Sirius, played (and lost) 10 million games of wizard's chess with Remus, made fun of peter till he was close to tears, but he still was BORED. He flopped onto his bed with the snitch in hand. He had recently invented a new game: catch the snitch while lying down. But even that had lost its fun because he was just too good (or so he thought).

If only I had someone else new to talk to. "Hmmm..." he thought to himself. Then an idea popped into his head. He scrambled out of bed to get a piece of parchment and quill. Excited, he began to scrawl in his messy handwriting:

Hi to whoever gets this.

I think I oughta tell you first. I'm bored. BORED. Let me tell you my predicament. I'm a bored bored person who's having a boring time. Please talk to me!!!! I know this isn't a very appealing letter and all, but I really want someone who'd talk to me!! I don't even know if you're a guy or girl but please reply! As I said before, I'm just BORED!!!

(A/n: hey, he's only 14. ALL 14 year olds are THAT immature-and bored)

P.s: Please don't tell me who you are. Just whether you're a guy or girl. It'd be more fun, you know??

Smiling, he put his quill down, satisfied. He was just about to reach for his own owl, Kiki, when he realized that he did not want the recipient- whoever it was- to know it was from him. After all, the whole school knew that James had an owl with the adorable Quidditch robes on it with James' jersey number on it- 11. He scratched his head, and decided to use a school owl. He sprinted down to the owlery and took the first owl he saw. It looked quite funny, with black and pink feathers and was cross-eyed. He grinned at its unique appearance. Quickly attaching the letter to the owl, he whispered to it, "Send this to the most terrific person you know". It was a joke, but little did he know that the owl understood him.

Glad to be of service, the owl flapped its wings in delight. Before James could say anything else, it flew right out the window haphazardly. Since the owl was not very often used, it seemed to be falling about. James looked on with a frown on his face. He decided to call it Crazy Taxi.

"Hmmm. where shall I go?" thought Crazy Taxi. The most terrific person in the world? Why, that had to be Professor Albus Dumbledore! Soon it got breathless, flapping its wings desperately. Before he was even halfway up the tower to Dumbledore's office, he felt drained of all energy. Before he knew it, he was plummeting down. Down.... Down..... Down....

Lily Evans was bored. Real Bored. She was daydreaming- staring out at the violet, starry night sky. She was well liked by everyone, but felt that she did not have any one she could really trust, and confide in. Whoosh! Her Quidditch Reflexes reacted almost instantaneously. Her hand shot out and a queer looking owl landed right into her outstretched palm.

"Cool! What's this? Oh you poor thang...." She took it in and realized there was a note attached to the little thing. She cradled it in her arms lovingly.

"Wow she's so sweet. Granted, she ain't like those pretty and flashy girls at Hogwarts, but I think there's something about her that just sets her apart from the rest. James will be grateful to me,"Crazy Taxi thought, semi-consciously.

She laid the weird owl on her bed to allow it to recover by itself while she read the letter eagerly. By the time she was done, she was pleasantly surprised and amused. She never thought she'd meet someone so honest and open, and who shared her sentiments exactly. Perhaps this would be her first true friend at Hogwarts. Salvaging a quill amidst her messy table, she replied it:

Oh my.

You're hilarious you know. SERIOUSLY. Well I guess we could be quill-friends cos' I'm just about as bored as you are. Probably more too. Well, how old are you anyway? I'm 14. I'd like to get to know you better. Well I guess I'd better be off to get some shut-eye. If I fall asleep in History Of Magic again, Prof. Binns will just go mad. So, please reply!

Ps: While you were exclaiming about how bored you were, you YOURSELF neglected to state your gender. I'm a girl.

Glancing at the forlorn expression on Crazy Taxi's face, she decided to let him "recuperate" and send the letter back the next morning. With a great big yawn, she flopped into bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Crazy Taxi giggled. "These two are a match made in Hogwarts. Hee hee....!" ( Or rather hoot hoot)