Idea's
"Have you tried not being a conceited prick?" Moony asked him not bothering to look up from whatever book he was reading now.
"Well-hey," James said as the words processed in his mind.
Moony just shrugged and flipped a page.
"You really think that would help?" James started to question his entire personality.
Every little detail, the hair, the glasses, quidditch, magic, ego.
Moony shrugged again.
"Real help you are mate," he said chucking the nearest pillow at him.
They would start seventh year in three more days. At the moment, the marauders where in James' house, all trying hard to block him out and his insistent chatter of Evans.
"Well clearly your approach to her isn't working so try to be different," Moony said.
"How?" he asked the same question he did every break.
"Well for starters," Moony put his book down and moved over to where James was standing with an examining face on. "Your hair's a face."
James felt a grin appear on his face. His hair was always perfectly mussed. "What about it?"
"She hates it mate," Sirius interjected.
"Why?"
"Well," they both said. "Because it looks like you just got off a broomstick you arrogant toerag."
Sirius and Remus quoted Lily perfectly.
"So what do I do with it now then?" he asked unknowingly running a hand through it.
"Well you could stop doing that," Sirius said taking his hand out of his already messy black hair. "Try a brush the exits you know."
"Thanks mum," James smiled at his best friend.
"You're welcome honey," Sirius smiled lovingly down at his friend.
"What about you Wormtail any ideas?" James shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked past Sirius to their friend in the corner.
Peter looked nervous and swallowed before shaking his head.
"Well aren't you helpful," James muttered.
September 1st 1978
James woke up to Sirius dripping water on his face.
"Summer's over, schools in get up."
"You really know how to wake a guy up don't you Padfoot?" James said with a stretch.
His hand fumbled around on his desk until the locked onto his black square glasses.
Putting them on everything shifted back into focus. The Quidditch posters, Gryffindor banners, letters and photo's on the walls and of the course the mess that was supposed to be cleaned up oh say three years ago.
"Ah no just you because your special," Sirius said playfully with a poke on his nose.
"Your creepy in the morning," James yawned and pushed Sirius to the floor.
"And your grumpy," Sirius muttered collecting himself. "There's a banana peel on my head."
"Yep," James smiled.
"T-there she i-is," Peter stuttered out, pointing over to a girl in the corner.
Lily Evans wore a green sweater and jeans. Her red hair was in waves and hung just below her shoulders. She was talking to Eliza Shrew the blonde Ravenclaw that if possible was nicer than a Hufflepuff.
"Thanks Wormtail," James said slapping him on the back and walking over to Evans, no Lily.
James' hand started going for his hair but he shot it down fast.
"Not this time," he smiled to himself.
He had his head boy badge in his hand ready to prove to Lily that was different. If Dumbledore could see it why not him.
"Hello Lily," he said was he reached her.
"He-" She whipped around, the word freezing on her lips when she saw the other half of the conversation. "Potter. Did you just call me Lily?"
"Well it is your name isn't it?"
"Yes," Lily looked confused. Eliza beaming at James.
"Well what do you want?" she asked him, her voice a mix of anger and confuse.
"Your head girl correct?" James asked her, a big goofy grin on his face.
He was well aware she was, it wasn't a competition.
"Yeah," she answered him uneasily.
"Well," he straightened up. "I'm head boy."
"What!" she shouted. "Your joking right, this is just a prank?"
"Nope," he smiled opening his hand revealing the red badge. "Head boy."
"But you borrowed that from Remus correct?"
"Nope," his smile was falling. Did she really think that little of him?
"Oh god," she groaned, grabbing Eliza by the arm and heading off towards the train with her luggage.
"Yep that went well."