"You're such a twat," Lily all but sputtered to get those words out, having been hit with a sudden flash of anger.
James smirked his most charming smirk, knowing just a smile alone wouldn't work here. "I think you're confusing twat with brilliant again, Evans."
Her hair appeared even redder than usual; as if about to burst into flames from the intense hatred rolling off of her. "No. I'm. Not. You're nothing but an arrogant toerag, Potter."
"But that's not a no you won't go out with me, yeah?" Like some insult he'd heard a hundred times over - creativity wasn't a bad thing, after all - was going to have any real affect on him.
As she let out a scoff and walked away without another word, James Potter was just in the early stages of truly learning what the nuances of the word 'perseverance' were.