Two tiny little bits of conversations between James and Lily, simply because they are a delightful pairing.
Disclaimer: Not mine...
"Hey Evans!"
"Potter."
"How was your summer?"
"Great! You weren't there." In all honesty, Lily was almost glad to see Potter if it meant she was returning to Hogwarts. Her summer holidays had not been 'great', but Potter didn't need to know that.
"Ouch. Harsh."
"Hm."
"Lily, will you-"
"However great my summer was, I still hate you, Potter. Just so we're clear."
"Umm…"
"Were you gonna ask me something?"
"Yeah. Will you give me a chance?"
"To do what?"
"Take you on a date."
"No." She answered without thinking. He asked so often, but on the train on the way? That is obnoxious.
"I'll be good!"
"Nope."
"Please?"
"Not happening."
"Lily?"
"What?
"I love your eyes when your angry, they get all… sparky."
"Great. If you don't get out of my way, my wand will get all 'sparky' too."
"Fine. But just so you know, I'm not going to let you have a day in peace until you say yes."
"Looks like we'll both have a excruciating year."
"Why? Talking to you isn't excruciating."
"You enjoy being hexed?"
"Ummm… no."
"You see? Now move, Potter."
And so began Lily Evans and James Potter's seventh year at Hogwarts.
OOO
Lily walked quickly out of the potions classroom. She had learned to leave any class with Potter in it very quickly.
"Evans! Wait up!" not quickly enough.
"The answer is still no, Potter."
"What if I gave you a rose?" She glanced over at him. He was indeed holding a rose out to her, as if he thought she'd take it.
"What if I turned your eyebrows green?"
"I'm good, thanks… Unless you'd go on a date with me if I let you!" His eyes lit up at the thought. Lily snorted.
"Go walk off the astronomy tower." She pointed her wand at the flower in his hand and it went up in flames. In a matter of seconds the fire died, leaving James with a single, crisp petal in its place. But Lily was long gone by then.