Lily Evans' return to consciousness involved distinguishing the deep and steady breaths beneath her from the dragon-fighting dream she was immersed in. The breaths became more pronounced as the dream subsided, and she suddenly found herself in a cupboard that she didn't recognise but understood to be located in the Gryffindor tower due to the distinctive décor it bore. This was, however, merely a passing thought since the majority of her mind was focused on the fact that there was a boy with her – a boy whose chest she was currently using as a pillow. She resisted the urge to hyperventilate.

The boy's identity remained a mystery as she attempted to recall the events of last night and drew the typical alcohol-induced blankness. Peaking under the blankets, she found her body covered by the slightest of underwear, but the boy was fully clothed, and she appreciated the intelligence in his choice as she was freezing in the December air. She was fairly embarrassed to admit that this wasn't the first (or second or third or fourth) time she had woken like this – nights with various boys and girls completely lost from her – but she felt different this morning and she couldn't understand why.

After moments of deliberation, she slightly raised her head and tilted it up to find the face that she least expected. It was a face that she hardly recognised without its typical arrogance, but it was adorned with hair that she could never mistake as belonging to any other. She slowly lowered her head back onto his chest and she started to hyperventilate. She had sex with James Potter last night.