Cloak Fitting
Lily Evans stood on a footstool in the back of Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions as a plump witch tailored the cloak she had on. Lily was all stiff and straight with her arms out. She thought it would be really hard to be a Muggle scarecrow. In the mirror in front of her, she could really see how the emerald-green color of the cloak really brought out her eyes.
The shop door open and a grumpy witch greeted the customer and escorted him to the back. Lily just stood there on her stool admiring herself in the mirror.
"Hello, Evans." Lily glanced over and saw that the footstool next to hers was occupied by none other than James Potter. She stiffened up a bit, and it wasn't that the plump witch poked her with the needle, again.
"Hello, Potter." Lily was determined to keep looking in her mirror. No way was she going to look over and give him any ideas.
"So, how was your summer?" James was trying to be friendly and make a conversation.
"It was… good. How was yours?"
"It was also good. So, Evans, are you the new Head Girl?" Lily looked over eyeing him carefully.
"Why do you want to know?"
"Well… I…" James's hand jumped up and messed up his hair. Should I tell her that I've been named Head Boy?
"Put your hand down and arms straight out!" barked the witch tailoring James's cloak. James did what was he told and thought fast.
"I thought that you were the only person worthy enough for Head Girl and just wanted to know if they made you it."
Lily looked back into her mirror, trying to hide her blush. "Why, yes, I did get made Head Girl."
"All done miss," said the plump witch taking the cloak off of Lily. Lily stepped off the stool paying the witch and walking towards the front of the store.
"Bye, Lily!" James called from the back.
Lily stopped at the door and turned around. "Bye, Ja… Potter." She blushed and hurried out the door before anything more was said.