James flung himself onto his old, now-abandoned bed in certain disarray. He heard the door open behind him, and snuggled into his blankets, covering himself.
"If this is about the HG, I'm not bloody helping."
James lifted his head wearily and looked up to see Sirius throwing his knapsack on his already horrid-looking four poster bed.
"'HG'? Can we stop talking in acronyms?" James pleaded, stuffing his head under his pillow again in an attempt to block Sirius out.
"Head Girl," he clarified. "And, no, I quite enjoy my 'acronyms', Mr. Dictionary. It adds a bit of wit to our conversations, don't you think?"
"Not really," Peter answered, entering the room with Remus lagging behind. "It just feeds to the rumors that you're slowly becoming mentally unstable. It's probably all the sex. You're on snog withdrawal."
Sirius chucked a book of Remus' at Peter. He dodged it easily, but it hit the werewolf in the middle of his face.
"Sometimes I wish you weren't a Chaser and so well-aimed," Remus said in response, picking up his book, Little Men, as Peter and James roared with laughter.
When they calmed, attention returned to James.
"What did the HG do now, anyway?"
"Lily is just bloody fine. Fine. She won't talk to me."
"Tragic," Sirius yawned. "Did you try, you know, talking with her? That usually does the trick in situations like these. It's not like you had a fight, she throws a hair dryer at you, at now she's giving you the cold shoulder. That would be different."
"Did that happen to you, Sirius?" Peter said, mock-caringly.
"N-no!" Sirius stuttered. "Remember, that chick flick we watched over the hol because James said it was HG's favorite movie—Parent Jail, or something."
"It's from the Parent Trap," James said, exasperated. "Any road, it's not like I can just waltz up to Lily and start a conversation. She's probably just waiting for me to give her a reason to slap me."
"Just be nice," Remus advised. Peter snorted. "Study obviously in front of her. Neither make a fool of yourself nor run around singing ABBA, because I know for a fact she hates that band. I would also tell you that taking notes is advised. As well as not trying to touch her, kiss her, hug her, flirt with her. Be distant. She'll come to you."
James smiled and thanked his friend as Sirius looked affronted. "Write a book, will you."
They continued their banter up until curfew (when James had to run down six flights of stairs in a hurry to talk to Lily before she went to bed at what she called "lights off.") He reached their portrait three minutes later to a closed door on Lily's part. He frowned before brightening and thinking that he'd just talk to her during patrols the following day.