It was so weird not sleeping in a blue room. I mean yes, we didn't always sleep in blue rooms while we were gone but while in Hogwarts it was blue hangings on the four poster beds. Blue curtains. Blue bedsheets. Blue lampshades. Blue ties and scarves hanging from the bedposts. Not red. Red! Ugh. It kept me up all night. That and Lily's snoring. And while I was up I got to ponder everything. Had I made the right choice? Conclusion: yes. Was I lonely?: Sorta. Did I think I could happy here?:Possibly. Was I going to make a good attempt at Herbology this year?: Most likely not. Could I have a crush on Sirius Black?: Unknown at this time.

Did I like Red or Blue?: Blue.

Even now I'm drying my wet curls with a red towel, not blue. And it's not doing much good either! My hair used to sit on my shoulders in little gold springs. Now it's nearly to my elbows and falls in loose, messy spirals. I tug one and pull it straight, only to see it go back to messily wavy as soon as I let go.

'I give up! Are you happy? Stay messy, then!' I shout.

'What? Who are you talking to? Your reflection?' Lily jokes, strolling out of the bathroom in a towel and dripping hair.

'Ha ha! No. But very close. I was talking to my hair, actually.'

'Of course you were,' she mutters, rolling her eyes.

'Do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to cheat! Diringo,' I point my wand at my hair and it is instantly dry. 'Hah!'

Lily gives me a concerned look, like she's worried for my mental health. I check the mirror. There! My hair is dry and shiny and my dark navy eyes have lost the tired look. I staighten up and practise my 'shoulders back, butt in,' posture. I examine my reflection. My white shirt is peaking out from beneath my grey jumper and my red tie is loose, more draped around my neck than properly done. The skirt comes a few inches above my knees. My knee high socks are on and I just have to slip on my black shoes.

'You sure have some long legs. You look like you've been stretched by your toes and fingers! How do you still have curves?' Lily asks wistfully.

'Ah, stop. You're being stupid. Come on, I'm hungry, curves!' I laugh and stand up from buckleing my shoe.

As we enter the common room James calls from the couch, 'Good morning Lily! How did you sleep?' Then he takes the time to notices me. 'Hey newbie! What's crack-a-lackin?'

'Come on Amy, let's go,' Lily sniffs. She leads me to the portrait with her nose in the air.

'Wait! I'll come!' James' voice calls from the common room, followed by a crash and a loud, 'For the love of-' Then he shouts, 'Watch where you put your bag, would ya? I would give you a rats tail but I am unarmed at the present time! You can expect a detention from Prefect Lupin, though!'

As we begin ro descend the stairs we just hear a frightened cry of, 'But I didn't do anything!'

Lily is scowling and half turned towards the top of the stairs.

'Come on,Lils. From what I can remember, you have to be early for the good stuff. And syrup waits for nobody!' I prod gently.

She smiles slightly but doesn't lose the frown. 'He's such an idiot! Thinks he's God almighty. That's one of the things I can't stand about him!' She's complains angrily.

'One of the things? What else is there?' I ask casually. I need to know what to fix. That's step 1 of plan 'Get Lily to see the good in James (as soon as I find it, myself) and fall in love with him'- I know, not very catchy. But it's still early!

Lily Evans hates James Potter because:

He is inconsiderate and rude.

His head is the size of a quaffle and is filled with a brain the size of a snitch.

He is a bully.

He obviously cheated in his transfiguration final in third year. No body can get an outstanding on something we'd never studied before!

He is a stalker.

He is perverted.

His hair is like a nest.

He needs to get off his high horse.

He needs to stop growing. His height is just freakish.

He needs to stop asking Lily out.

I look at my list once more before entering the empty charms classroom. The boys are already in there. Remus is writing a potions essay. Peter is reading and copying what Remus is writing over his shoulder. James is looking through a Broomsticks catalogue. And Sirus is looking gorgeous leaning against the wall. Ahem, I mean Sirius is leaning against the wall. They all look up when I come in.

'Well? Did you persuade her?' James asked eagerly.

'No,' I sais slowly. His expression turned frustrated. 'But I've gotten a list of things she hates about you-'

'That's a nice approach,' Sirius says sarcastically at the same time James yelps, 'There's a list?' I ignored them

'So,all we need to do is fix all the things wrong with James,' I say.

'You say that as if it's an easy task,' Sirius smirks. I smile back at him.

'Show me the list,' Remus holds out his hand. The boys all gather around the list and scan through it, concentrating hard.

'I can't help my height! And a quaffle sized head? That's mean! And i did NOT CHEAT ON THAT TEST! This girl is killing my ego!' James explodes.

'Personally I think it needs to be chopped down. Just a smidge!' Remus said with a false straight face.

'And his hair isn't that nest-like,' Peter defends.

I shrug. 'Lily's thoughts and words. Not mine. Now I've got to go. Let me know what you want to start with and I'll be here to help.' I open the door.

'What makes you think we need your help?' James pouts. I turn and smile sweetly.

'Have you or have you not all got balls?' I ask calmly. They all nodded, confused.

'So you're men?' I continue. More nods. Well, men of sorts.

'Then you need my help,' I say pleasantly before leaving.

It's just a fact:

Women know best!

Hello all! BlueSkies13 here! This is my first fanfic for Harry Potter and only my second overall. I have a softspot for the Mauraders and wanted to write a Sirius story, because it doesn't say much about his past.

I hope you like the story. This is a sorta short one but I felt this was the end of this one. Next chapter up pretty soon( hopefully).

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