"Ah, Sirius! I'm in love!" A moderately drunk James said as he collapsed on his bed in the boys' Gryffindor dorm.
"I knew I was attractive, mate, but you need to keep those sorts of feelings to yourself," Sirius teased back, laughing a little at the goofy expression on his best friend's face.
"I don't care what you say. Tomorrow will be the day she says yes. I have a good feeling about tomorrow."
"You won't be feeling so lucky when you're getting hexed on top of that hangover you're going to have," Sirius answered. He'd seen this happen for the past two and a half years, since a 13-year-old James had come to terms with his crush and chose to deal with it in a more mature way. And by more mature, he meant that rather than embarrass the lucky girl by targeting her through pranks, he'd instead humiliate her with absurd confessions of love and invitations to Hogsmeade she never accepted.
"Not this time. She can't say no to me every time. What are the odds of that?"
"With a face like yours? Incredibly high," Sirius joked. "Really, Prongs. Any girl would say yes but her. Why not ask out Mary or—" Upon seeing his friend's expression, he shifted gears a bit. "Or at least see other girls to bide time while your lovely little Lily-flower comes around?"
"No, I've been making so much progress. Lily would think I wasn't interested if I just went off with one of her friends like that."
Sirius burst out laughing. "Progress? Do you consider a bat-bogey hex last week progress?" James's face fell and Sirius quickly sobered up. It wasn't that Sirius disliked Lily at all. In fact, he found he liked her a lot when she wasn't busy going mental over silly little things like hexing 4th-year Slytherins as she did the other day. He did dislike, however, what the girl did to his best friend, and he hated seeing James moping around like he'd rather take the Killing Curse. "Well, let me know how that goes." Swallowing his pride, he added, "good luck, Prongs."
