Right when Transfigurations had ended, Lily had taken a little time in gathering up her things until most of the class had cleared out of the classroom. She had walked up to the woman's desk until she had turned around and seen her standing in front of her, wearing a huge grin.

"Yes," Lily had simply stated. McGonagall smiled.

"Wonderful, Miss Evans! Miss Ponder already told me when the auditions will be and we are announcing it at feast tonight."

"Wonderful, Professor McGonagall," Lily remarked, her smile growing. "Have a nice day." Now Lily sat in the library during her free period, racing through her work with more vigor than usual, so she could get it done quickly and thoroughly to have time for choreographing with Johannah tonight and the rest of the weekend. They were certainly going to be busy, if they wanted to get a lot done. Since the dances would include tap dancing, ballet, jazz, ballroom, womanly attitude-type choreography, interpretive dancing, and generally cheesy moving, they would need several audition pieces, but could find a way to cram many of the types into one number so they could keep the number of dances learned to about three or four. Wouldn't want to overwhelm anyone with big hopes and bigger feet, now, would they?

The auditions were going to be split into two days to fit everyone for dancing one day and singing the second day. That way, everything was more efficient, the students would have enough time for homework, and Johannah, Emmy, and Lily wouldn't be too stressed. The main problem would be teaching everything to the students. Would they find it difficult? Easy? Both? There were many questions running on Lily's train of thought, but they could only be answered by the turnout at the auditions. So, along with worrying about her grades, she had to worry about the capabilities of Hogwarts students, too. Wonderful.

Refusing to worry about it now, she chose to be productive instead. Lily dug into her Potions homework about the Draught of Living Death while simultaneously studying for Transfigurations and also sketching diagrams of choreography that would pop into her brain at any moment. Her hands turning pages and writing were moving so fast and her concentration was so determined to get through her multitasking that the world around her disappeared until two hands settled on her shoulders, making her jump and gasp a little. "Eek!" she squeaked as the quill dropped from her fingers, thankfully quiet enough to escape the sharp ears of Madam Pince.

Warm breath tickled her ear. "Calm down, Tiger Lily. You were working so fast a moment ago I thought you might be having a heart attack." Lily's eyes turned into slits and her jaw clenched. Potter. She shrugged his hands off her shoulders roughly and whipped around in her chair to face him.

"For the love of Merlin, Potter, you broke my streak! I had the most amazing multitasking session happening here until you scared me right out of it!" she hissed, annoyed. She huffed and went back to work. Potter didn't leave, though. Instead, he chuckled and sank into the chair across from her. She raised an eyebrow, her quill poised over her parchment. "Do you mind? I'm working."

Potter relaxed back in his chair and smirked. "Not at all, you could never bother me."

"But you're bothering me."

"Isn't that what I do best, sweetheart?"

"Don't call me that." Lily looked away from him and focused on her books once more, hoping that if she ignored him he would go away.

"So, Evans, what were you doing out so late last night?" For once, Lily allowed herself to smirk.

"I would hardly call 10:00 that late, Potter."

"You know the rules, Evans, don't change the subject in our conversations. What were you doing?" he prodded, raising his eyebrows. His hazel eyes twinkled with amusement behind his glasses. Lily narrowed her eyes and didn't answer the question, but continued to work. "Were you running off to catch someone snogging or have a snog yourself?" he teased after a moment of silence.

Lily's quill clattered onto the table as she felt the strong urge to slap him. In the library, however, she didn't want to get into trouble. She lowered her voice from what would have been a squeal to a fierce whisper.

"You're disgusting, Potter! I most certainly was not sneaking out for a snog, first of all, and second, it's no business of yours what I was doing last night!"

"Fine. Then let's play 20 Questions, all right, Evans?" James said teasingly. Lily buried her face in her hands and grumbled hexes against him under her breath. "I'll go first," he said. "Why the bloody hell are you so desperate to work in here right now? It's Friday, after all. The next few classes we have haven't got a thing going on in there today."

"Because, Potter, I'm a very busy woman. I need as much time to finish everything I can as possible." James leaned over the table and looked at her Potions and Transfigurations work. His jaw dropped and he was obviously attempting with all of his might not to chuckle.

"Is that the Potions work Slughorn assigned for two weeks from now? And McGonagall's homework for the same time?" he asked, thinking it was a most ridiculous thing to be doing.

"Don't judge me because I'm a good student, Potter," Lily fired back. James held his hands up defensively. "Yes, it is, and as I said, I'm a very busy woman, so I need to get this done. If you're so frantic about knowing why I was out late last night and why I'm working right now, then you'll have to wait until the feast tonight to find out. And if you claim to be such a 'good Gryffindor,'" she said, packing up her things and getting up from the table, "then you should know that patience is a virtue, and you can wait until then, I'm sure." With that, Lily gave him the slightest wink as she confidently exited the library and disappeared to go to Potions.

James Potter had never been one to give up easily. He could easily guess he'd proven that to Lily Evans, but was that such a good thing? Would his determination make her fall in love with him? Probably not by now, in their sixth year at Hogwarts.

But how could he possibly give up on her? Lily Evans was the most amazing girl to walk the earth, and he'd never question it.

She was smart and determined, so he knew she would never be the type of person to sit around all their life without making something out of what they were given. Nope, Lily Evans was going to do great things. He knew it and so did everyone who knew her.

Lily was also clever and witty, well, when she could be distracted from burying her nose in a book long enough to crack a joke. He saw the way her friends loved her because she always knew exactly what to say, what joke to tell, or what to do to put them in a better mood. His world warmed around him whenever he happened to catch a glimpse of her laughing or smiling with her friends, which was quite often, thank Merlin. It was that part of her that he decided at some point he liked the most. She was so incredibly caring and kind that it made people feel better to simply be in her presence because it was outwardly her life's goal to see the good in the people who couldn't see it in themselves.

But that had gotten her so hurt by her best friend this past spring. If he hadn't hated Snape enough by the end of their fifth year on that awful day for Lily, then he hated him even more now for doing that to her. To even have her kindness was a wonderful thing; to have her close friendship was even better, and he'd rejected it in one sentence.

"I don't need help from filthy mudbloods like her!"

James shuddered at the memory of it. Then again, thinking back on his own actions that day, he hadn't exactly made it easy for her either by hexing her best friend and then asking her out in front of everyone. Maybe…he ought to apologize to her.

He'd carried these thoughts with him down the stairs from his dorm late last night, unable to sleep. A few minutes after settling himself on the couch, however, he'd been fairly able to conk out. He thought he was seeing an angel when he was awaken by the light of Lily's wand not long after.

She really did look lovely by her wandlight. It made her bright, beautiful green eyes pop out at him in the dark, but never in a scary way. Her eyes held a note of kindness and grace, no matter who she was speaking to. Even if it happened to be him and they carried a trace of cold exasperation. Merlin, Lily was beautiful. He'd gotten too engrossed in this when he'd really been trying to take that once-in-a-lifetime chance to talk to her alone, apologize, even. He'd come across that one by chance, now he'd have to work much harder at it.

Which he'd also failed to do in the library today. He was actually quite fascinated at Lily's diligence in her work, even on a Friday with hardly any classes left that day. She'll do great things, he remembered. Apparently, he was very bad about reverting back to James-Potter-the-prat mode. At least he'd find out what she'd been up to last night at dinner tonight.

Curious, that is, he thought. What had she been doing that night? He didn't think she was seeing anyone right now, anyway…was she? He really hoped she wasn't. Otherwise he might have a few choice hexes to use.

"Oi, Prongs!" Sirius called from the boys' dormitory stairs.

"What's up, Padfoot?" James shouted back from his resting place on the couch in the common room.

"Come on, mate, I'm starving. It's time for this chowhound to chow down. Now." He stopped his rhyming train, pleased with himself, looking extremely smug. James snorted into his hand, stifling an exasperated laugh.

"Out of all the fantastic dog rhymes in the world, you come up with that one?" he said, shaking his head.

"I'm hungry, Prongs. How do you expect me to rhyme well on an empty stomach?" Sirius pouted, petting his grumbling stomach. "Don't worry, darling, you'll be full soon," he said to it. James stood up and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Come on, Padfoot, let's get some food in you before you go even more insane!" he said excitedly. Remus and Peter were already at the Gryffindor table, Peter stuffing his face as usual, Remus watching him under eyebrows narrowed, having lost his appetite. James and Sirius sat down and tried not to look at Peter while they ate. When the Great Hall had filled up, Dumbledore tapped his fork on his goblet and stood up to address the population.

"Good evening, students. I trust that everyone has had a wonderful week filled with the best kind of learning one can have here at Hogwarts," he said, earning a few questioning looks from many students.

"I have an announcement. Recently, interest in student-produced entertainment has been expressed to the Head Boy and Girl, who have expressed it to myself, and I am pleased to announce that we will have such entertainment in the form of a revue of sorts, of famous songs from Muggle movies and popular tunes that you all surely hold very dear. The show is to take place later this term and is being headed and directed by Miss Emelia Ponder of Hufflepuff," he said, gesturing to Emmy and motioning her to stand, "and will be co-choreographed by Miss Lily Evans of Gryffindor," most of the Hall began cheering when Lily stood up and flashed a winning smile to her fans, "and by Miss Johannah Caseley of Gryffindor." Tiny Johannah stood up and smiled with a small wave of her fingers.

"There will be a dancing audition for this showcase one week after this Wednesday, and a singing audition on the following day. The Hogwarts staff wishes the best of luck to the director, choreographers, and the participants. Continue eating." James chuckled as Lily's friends pounced on her with questions and praise when she sat back down. Their compliments made her blush and smile.

"That sounds interesting," Remus commented, finally getting up the courage to pluck a few legs of chicken from a platter. "I didn't know Lily could dance."

"Oh, that's what that means?" Sirius asked. "I was about to say…what the bloody hell is a choreographer?" He chuckled at his own ignorance.

"Padfoot, a choreographer is someone who can dance very well and is very good at making up dances. In shows like the one we're going to have, the choreographer puts all the dances together," Remus informed. Sirius nodded.

"Right. Are there lots of girls involved?" James and Remus slapped their foreheads.

"Usually," James grumbled, shaking his head.

"Okay, then, that settles it! Guys, I'm going to those auditions," Sirius said excitedly, clapping his hands together and continuing to eat. "Are you, Prongs?"

"I don't think I'll have a lot of time for it, Padfoot. I've got lots of Quidditch and school, you know."

"Whatever you say. But that means I'll have an advantage over you on Evans," he said, winking in Lily's direction. James dropped his chicken in surprise.

"You WHAT, Padfoot?" he gasped. The other three Marauders laughed loudly.

"I'm only messing with you, Prongs. You keep telling me you've given up. After that little demonstration, I say codswallop," Sirius said, almost accusingly but teasingly at the same time.