Welcome to hell

Well, I don't need to tell that my return to Hogwarts was nothing but terrible. Now everybody keeps staring at me, and even gets divided with my drama! Half of them think I'm innocent, and the other half thinks James's innocent. Gosh.

"Calm down, Lily. Things will get better." Dorcas said, trying to cheer me up.

"Yes… There's the ball."

Every year, since I got in Hogwarts, I saw the students from seventh year preparing themselves for the graduation ball, and this year we were these students! The problem is that people tend to plan things a thousand years before it actually happens. And the other thing was that me and James had to be in the group that was taking care of the party.

The couple problem I'll solve. Maybe I kidnap Fabian or I'll go with Diggory. When the prefect's meeting came, James showed how he can bother me. He complained about everything. About the colors I chose, about the themes I chose. Everything. He almost complained about the fact I was there, but he couldn't.

"So, we've got the following themes: Halloween out of time, suggested by Amy Adams. Egypt, by Kile Sandman, professions, myself, and "the magical world of balloons", Potter.

"Now, let's check the decoration… Costumes… Potter, what the hell you mean with 'magical world of balloons' ?"

He raised his eyebrows.

"It's obvious, Lily. It's all round, with normal clothing, except that those stupid flowers they say that the boys should wear would be replaced by balloons with the person's house colors."

I felt my blood boil, and run to my head.

"Oh, of course, Potter. The concept is so amazing and simple." I said coldly.

He seemed a little intimidated, but looked at me, challenging.

"So, let's vote."

I looked deeply in his eyes, and put the suggestions on five papers (one for each common room, and one for Dumbledore) muttering. When he was leaving the classroom, I called him.

He turned to me, tiding his glasses. I saw all the Christmas holiday reflected on it.

"You wanna fight? Well, let's fight then. You'll see, they'll get my theme and I work on it this three months. And you'll be over."

"Ok, Evans. Now you learnt how to play. So, you wanna fight? Perfect."

And, smiling sarcastically, he walked away.

So, he wants to fight for the theme? He wants to fight for us? I'll show him why warning signs are red. And when I win, I'll put my finger on his face. Ready, set, Fire.