Year Four:
"Morning, Lily. Happy Valentine's Day!"
"Go bother someone else, Potter."
"C'mon Lils, I thought you'd have gotten used to me by now."
"Somehow, no matter how many times we interact, I just can't seem to."
"Well, maybe going to the Valentine's Day Ball with me would help."
"I said no last year- what makes you think this year will be any different?"
"I got you these instead of kissing roses."
"Wow, how'd you know I love daffodils?"
"I know everything."
"…And you're still the cocky git we all know and hate."
"A little harsh, don't you think?"
"No, and in case it hasn't gotten through that thick head of yours, I won't go to the ball with you!"
"Why not?"
"Why do you think?"
"Because the enchantment on those daffodils worked and now your hair is pink?"
"What? Argh… you know here's an idea, Potter. Maybe if you didn't pick on me every year, I would actually go out with you!"
"Really?"
"Probably not, but you'll never know until you try."
"Hmm… no, not worth it."
"Ugh."
"What?"
"I hate you James Potter!"