X

The glance across the room proves that she likes me.


XX

I made a list for every time Evans had smiled at me. I was at three times in two years.


XXX

Who's Snape to show me up? Everyone knows I'm the best in transfiguration. Besides, she never praises me when I do well. One "congratulations" is all that I'm asking for.


XL

Remus! How could you keep this a secret for so long? We don't care that you're a werewolf- we're your friends. Err… Peter passed out because he cares. We all do. How could you think that we would desert you?


L

Day 1,132 in my quest for Lily Evans' heart. Progress to report: Today in History of Magic, we actually played hangman! I wrote amazing, then she did toe-rag (is that even one word?). Then I did emerald and Lily wrote arrogant. This budding friendship will be the talk of Hogwarts!


LX

"Lily," I called in my most delightful singsong voice. Her glare signaled that I should keep talking. "My Lily-petal, for the twenty third time, would you be as kind as to accompany me to Hogsmeade this Saturday"? I flashed my charming smile.

"My darling, James, how do I put this"? She smiled back at me. "For the twenty-third time, NO!"


LXX

"Um, Evans?" I said.

"Go away," came a muffled shout.

"Evans, it's me, James. I just want to talk," I call out.

"Go away," her voice repeated.

Ignoring her wishes, I opened the door. I found a weeping redhead on the only occupied bed in the dormitory. "I'm sorry," I said.

She grunted.

I continued, "That was my fault. Not his. And…" I faltered, "You were right."

I walked away.


LXXX

"AHHHH! GEROFF ME, I'M UP!" As I felt the pillow leave the general vicinity of my face, I looked around for the only person who could possibly have the audacity to wake me up at eight o'clock on a Saturday morning. "Moony, get back here!" I growled as I saw the back of his robes whip around the corner and down the stairs. When I finally reached the common room, Remus was nowhere to be found.

"Hi," Lily whispered shyly.


XC

"Evans, Lily!"

I watched, silently, as the petite girl bounced nervously up to the three-legged stool before placing the hat on her head. There was a brief moment when she glanced back at the line of waiting students and almost caught my eye. She didn't though. It was him she was looking at. The black eyed, hook nosed bat that flashed her a reassuring smile and mouthed "Slytherin!"

I turned around, ready to pummel the kid three spots behind me, but thought better of it when the hat roared, "GRYFFINDOR!"


C

"Hey, Sirius," my voice wavered, "How do you know when you're in love?"

Sirius slowly munched some of treacle tart he nicked while pondering my question. I watched his eyes go back in forth across the ceiling with a furrowed brow. After another minute of waiting and watching went on, Sirius lowered his head from the ceiling. "You know Prongs, there are three hundred and fifty-four stones in that ceiling.

He paused. "There are millions of reasons why you fall in love. And just like you need every stone for this room, you need every reason to be in love."