He loved the way her hair fell in soft waves, swishing steadily as she walked away. He loved the way she smelled, a strange minty smell so unlike what he'd expected. He even loved the way she yelled at him, telling him off for everything. But most of all, he loved how he could tell her mood just by looking at her fingernails … Blue for sad, Yellow for happy, Red for … not so happy …
The moment she'd called Snape Snivellus James knew he'd messed up. Snape, not James. But when she said he was as bad? At dinner he was sitting with his friends and she walked past. He felt himself go tongue-tied when she saw no other seats and sat beside him. He was elated when he heard her 'Hello', no matter how frosty her tone. But then he saw the nails… He tried to fix things. He tried to apologize. She didn't buy it.
As soon as she left he turned to Remus. 'Red. Moony, they're red !! Dark red!! '
'Wow, Prongs. You must have really messed up this time.'