It was time. Standing with my best friends, Emma Landrith and Mary Jones, I, Lily Evans, am ready to go to Hogwarts. And you know what? I'm ready to be head girl, too.
"Oh my gosh, Lily, we have a lot of catching up to do!" Emma said, being her usual bubbly self.
"Definitely." Mary agreed.
I smiled sheepishly. "Um…we might have to wait until we get to Hogwarts for that."
"Why? Have you finally been sensible and decided to sit up front with James Potter?" Mary asked coyly.
"Um…no. I never got the chance to tell you, but I'm head girl." I said, not able to suppress a smile.
"Wow! Really? I imagine who is head boy!" Emma said, already starting to weave a romantic fantasy.
"Oh, don't get any romantic ideas!" I said. "It's probably Remus."
"Oh…" Emma said. "Good point."
"Yes, well anyways, I'll catch up with you later! Right now, I have to sit up front because I have a meeting."
"See you, Lily!" Emma and Mary said in unison.
I walked into the compartment, aware that I'd probably be the first one there. But I wasn't. I had the shock of my life when I saw James Potter, coolly eating a chocolate frog, sitting there.
"Potter." I glared at him.
He smirked flirtatiously. "Evans."
"Okay, the jig's up. Now get out before the head boy and prefects arrive."
"I am the head boy." He replied, signaling towards his badge.
"Okay, if you give Remus his badge back and leave, I'll forget this ever happened." I said, honestly not believing that Potter was head.
"What will it take for you to believe me; the letter of recommendation?"
"Yes." I replied, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
James smiled. He really looked handsome when he smiled. (God, I had got to stop thinking that!) "All right, then." He pulled out the recommendation letter:
Potter, James
Due to your excellent performance at Hogwarts in your years, I have decided to make you head boy. Please sit in the front of the train, along with the head girl.
Signed,
Professor Dumbledore.
"Okay, so this is the real deal." I frowned.
"Yes." He smiled again, and I could not stop myself from thinking him handsome.
I groaned out loud. "You mean I have to actually be on patrol with you every day?!"
"Yes." He smiled at me again and again, I thought he looked handsome when he smiled. (Why does he have that effect on me?) "And we share a dorm as well."