"James, im not sure this is the best idea. We're head boy and girl, what if we got caught? Come on, lets go."
"Evans, why is it that when ever I come up with an amazing idea you go and say its a bad one? You have no confiedence in me. I'm sure Nick will be cool with it. He's alright, for a dead guy." James poked his head round the corner of the corridor, checking for teachers. Motioning for Lily to follow, he crept out of their shadowy hiding place and made towards the passage way opposite.
"Hang on, why are we going to the kitchens?" Lily asked, far too loudly for James liking. He turned and made a silencing gesture, before going to the portrait of the fruit bowl and tickling the pear. The painting swung aside and many house elves swarmed around the two 7th years.
"Master Potter," Lily rolled her eyes at the address "What could we get for you and lovely Miss Evans?" The creature's bulging grey eyes focused on Lily.
"James, how come they know me?"
"Oh, Master Potter talks about Miss Evans frequently, maam. Master Potter thinks very highly of Miss Evans, maam." The Elf answered. James, who had been piling pumpkin pasties into his arms, looked like he wanted to strangle the elf.
"Alright, we'll just be going. See you later. Come on, Lils." And he ushered her out the door and back along the corridor. She was smirking at his sudden departure and obvious embarrassment. As they strolled along corridor after corridor, the air drew colder and colder. James leaned close to Lily's ear, his breath making steam appear.
"We're nearly there..." They turned into a corner and entered the most dismal room Lily had ever seen. Miserable ghosts glided around the dance floor. Nearly-Headless-Nick, who's deathday party they had gatecrashed, was hovering in the centre of the room, greeting guests. James swaggered confidently towards him.
"Hey Nickie. Not dancing? Is it cause you've got no body to dance with?" He joked, going to clap the decapitated man on the shoulder, before reasing that his hand would go straight though.
"Nice one, Prongs!" Came a shout from the other side of the appauling food table. Sirius strolled towards him, clutching a chicken leg he had more than likely stolen from the kitchens as well. "y'up Evans. James finally got up the courage to ask you on a date? Don't expect better than this any time soon."
"Why thank you, Mr Black." Nick moaned as members of the headless hunt stampeeded past. "If it is so bad, why do you lads insist of turning up every year?"
"Oh you know, Nickie, just to see your lots smiling faces." Sirius said before grabbing Lily and James and dragging them onto the dance floor. Nick let out a haunting sigh, because deep down he would miss his deathday parties without the marauders.