Lilianne woke up to the sound of girls dashing about the room collecting last pieces of homework and brushing hair. She rose from bed and plodded to the bathroom. After taking a deliciously awakening shower, she headed down to breakfast. When she got there, she joined her friends and began devouring the wonderful smelling pancakes.

"I cannot believe that we have lessons right after last night," complained Marsha.

"Oh, shut your load," exploded Katherine. She was never very good in the morning.

"Anyone know what we have first?" asked Lilianne, quite diplomatically.

Andy replied for her, "Potions. It's almost enough to make me cry". Soon after this announcement, the girls all stood to get to class. During their daily hallway gossiping, they ran into the gang of guys that they were so acquainted with the night before. Everyone around them exchanged hellos and greetings except Lilianne and James. Again, their gaze was broken by the crowd pushing the two groups away from each other. The girls reached the dungeons and hurried to take their seats. It was at random moments like these when Lilianne felt occasional pangs of missing her sister. Katherine and Marsha always paired up as did Andy and Ellie. Lilianne never knew who she was going to sit with. Most of the time, she sat alone while the other girls tried to include her in their gossip, although this was highly difficult with Professor Snape breathing down your back.

"Settle, settle," came from the silky and oily voice of Professor Snape. The classroom immediately fell into a hush. Lilianne reached in her bag to take out her book when she felt something unfamiliar in her bag. She pulled it out set it on the table to examine it.

The unidentified something was a book. It looked like a rather private diary. It was about the size of Lilianne's hand and was covered in crimson velvet. There was a golden lock on the book that prevented anyone from opening it. It was beautifully made with minute shimmery swirls on the side. After turning it over again and again looking for a way to open the book, Lilianne resigned herself to putting it away and actually pay attention to the lesson.

The book would not leave her thoughts alone, Lilianne became obsessed with trying to figure out how to open it. She was unable to answer the questions her friends asked her about it and she would bring it everywhere she went, to meals, Quidditch games, even the loo. One day, she was sitting on the ledge outside the Astronomy tower, watching the rain fall softly in front of her, she was startled by a sudden sound behind her.

"Have you ever kissed anyone in the rain?" James said, emerging from the shadows.

"No, I haven't," Lilianne replied thoughtfully, "what are you doing here?"

"Same thing you are, looking at the rain and thinking about that book," answered James.

"Wait, what do you know about this book?" she asked desperately. James chuckled at her reaction.

"It's mine," he said simply.

"Then how did it get in my bag? Where's the key to open it? Wait, did you put it in my bag? How do you open it?!?" Lilianne pounced on him with questions.

"Yeah, I slipped it into your bag the day after the Halloween show," James answered.

"Why?" she asked. James came around to her and jauntily perched on the ledge.

"I want to talk to you. So I figured that we could use this to do that," he said

"Okay, so I'm going to write in a diary and that's going to make us talk?" Lilianne was completely confused.

"No, you can write in it, and then leave it someplace where I'll find it. Then I'll write in it and put it back. Then, you can find it and read what I wrote back to you and write back. And so on and so forth," explained a somewhat irritated and amused Potter.

"Oh. And where would this mysterious someplace be?" she asked.

"There's a statue of the eight headed harpie right off the common room in the corridor heading towards the portrait. I've charmed it so that the she will lift her skirt when you or I give her the password; just slide it underneath her skirt. No one else can get to it. The password's 'bowl of soup'." James went into thorough explanation.

"Alright, bowl of soup. You're a strange one, you know that?" teased Lilianne.

"It's my pleasure," he said, mock bowing as he got up to leave.

"Wait, I still don't know how to open the book," she called. James paused for a moment and looked back with laughter in his eyes.

"It's a spoken password, I'm sure you can figure it out." He called back. With that, he left the room, his footsteps following him out. Lilianne immediately took the book out of her satchel and whispered "bowl of soup". The book fell open in her hands. She turned to the first smooth, gold gilded page.

So I'm not sure how to begin this, but I'll start with this. My name is James Potter. I am a 7th year Gryffindor. I am highly intrigued by you and I know you felt it last night. I like the muggle candy "Starbursts" and am 100 ruled by music. And how are you.?

Lilianne was completely perplexed by this odd boy's intentions. Why would he want to talk to her? She was honestly, still left out of the circle. And it was made clear that he and Ellie were a work in progress. Ellie always attracted the guys anyway. Her pretty, coquettish face and slender frame had a way of pulling boys in, every kind. She was a delicate creature that knew she could crush their hearts if she wanted. But it was strange how Ellie never fell into passionate romances. She played the perfectly eligible boys around until she got bored of them, just kind of chewed then up and spat them out. With all these thoughts flying around her head, Lilianne made her way back to her room.

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