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"Lily, are you okay? You look a little pale" Bella asked concerned.

I gave her a wide-eyed look, then grabbed the letter and sprinted out of the hall.

I swear I saw a pair of beautiful hazel eyes staring at me the whole way.

So much for my perfect mood.

He is coming.

Bailer, my… well, my Best friend… I suppose that's a good thing, right?

WRONG.

My mother is completely delusional.

I kept thinking the same thoughts over in my head as I ran towards the dormitory.

His parents were dead and he needed me, and I was at Hogwarts. I wondered if he was even mad or maybe just disappointed.

I suppose I sort of lied when I said that I had never had a friend before, and I guess I did forget about him; which I did promise I would never do, but to be fair, a lot has been going on. I got engaged for one. I wonder if he even knows. He should, and I know he should, and I should have said something to him maybe even written him and I haven't.

Bailer was, and actually still is, my best friend. I met him when I was eight years old. His dad and my own were business partners. The story behind our friendship is pretty simple:

My parents made me go to this company party where all these rich royals-to-be meet up and basically pick out future husbands… Yes, I know, it's sick. We were 8! Petunia seemed to enjoy it though, she was like 10, and I suppose all she could actually get were 8 year olds. Not that they paid attention to her. Alright back to what I was saying, and how I was stuck in the middle of this gathering. The girls and boys started picking on me because I didn't agree to dance with this stuck-up blonde boy with really hideous highlights (what was his mother thinking?) Anyway, the point is that I refused and of course he's response was,

"You're not even pretty. I was dared to" which we all knew was a lie.

Not that I'm saying I'm pretty, because enough people have told me that I am not, and needless to say,

I GET THE MESSAGE.

Right, back to the story. Well, as it happens, one of the girls happened to be the sister of the boy I turned down. She got all huffy and it became a gang-up-on-Lillian type of thing.

This is where Bailer comes in. He came up to me and told me to stop crying. He led me outside and basically we came up with this crazy plan to get back at the soon-to-be royals, which never came through because we were too busy laughing at the many ideas we had.

We've kept in touch since then, but he was shipped of the Hogwarts when he turned 11 and I was shipped of to Beauxbatons. Yes, he is a pureblood, but he doesn't care about that stuff. I know what you're wondering: if he was at Hogwarts, then what happened to him? Well, simply, he got expelled. Yes, you heard me, expelled. Something about greasy boys, shampoo and the lake. Yes, I don't want to even imagine what that was about.

Bailer is different than me; he's like a James Potter. The only difference would be that I don't hate him, I could never. He is popular, good looking, and extremely funny; girls have actually stalked him and probably would faint if he smiled at them. Why, you ask, did he choose me as his best friend? Well, he says that I'm special, and that my eyes are something that no one else could have because they are mine. It's not even the colour, he says, it's what lies in them that makes them so captivating. Apparently you can read my every emotion so clearly that it feels like you are experiencing exactly what I am. He explained that I'm everything but plain. To him I am completely perfect, that is why he chose me.

I think it's more like he finds it funny how I'm so clumsy and enjoys not having to worry about me falling in love with him, because I don't think we could ever work. Yes, I have thought about it. Come on, if your best friend looked anything like this boy, you would too.

He has really dark hair, like black, but eyes that are an aqua green. He's pretty unique. He's tall and gets these really cute dimples when he smiles, he's fit like all quidditch players are, and really smart- something most boys here at Hogwarts are lacking. He likes adventure and gets into trouble A LOT.

He is without a doubt my favorite person alive.

And he is coming to my school.

Why am I not happy?

Oh yes, because he was most likely friends with James Potter. Actually, I know for a fact he was and still is. I asked my mother and she confirmed that they met at Hogwarts and hit it off.

This is a complete disaster; I don't want Bailer coming to see what a pathetic loser I am.

This week was bound to be complicated.

I reached the dormitory and threw my self on my bed. The letter falling to the ground went something like this:

Dear Lillian,

I'm just writing to inform you that Bailer has been accepted to attend Hogwarts once again, I don't want this causing any problems with James because he could get the wrong impression, Mrs. Potter seemed very suspicious when I mentioned Bailer.

We can not let this ruin the engagement.

I hope your studies are going well.

From, your mother

Alright, could that letter have been anymore emotionless?

Where was the "how are you dear?" Honestly.

I know what you're thinking- it's not that big of a deal, but… what if it is?

I mean, I don't think Bail would ever ditch me for Potter… would he?

I suppose I'll just have to wait and see.

OKAY, I'm sorry it took so long to update but school and homework has kept me busy as well as wanting to have a social life, but here you have it! I hope you like it and I'm excited about Bailers character he should prove to be fun. No James in this chapter but we will see him in the next I'm hoping it won't take me as long to write the next one and again I'm sorry!

Chrissstian!