When Lily got back to the Head's dorm, she found James sat on the sofa glaring at her. "Where have you been?" he asked icily. "That's none of your business," she snapped. "I want to talk," he said. "Well, I don't," she said, pulling off her shoes and socks. She pulled off her jumper and put it down on the sofa next to James. "Goodnight, Potter," she said coldly. "But, Lily, please talk to me," he pleaded. He got up and pinned her against the wall, making her unable to move. "Potter, get off," she snarled. "Not until you explain." "And what on Earth do you want me to explain? Why's the sky blue? Why were you born with an over large head?" There was major sarcasm in her voice. "No. Why do you hate me so much?" "Because I do! Now piss off, okay?" "Nope, Lily please, I love-" "Face the facts, Potter, it's never going to happen." James leaned back, and his arms dropped to his side, leaving Lily free to move. "Goodnight, Potter," she said sharply. She stormed over to her room and slid inside it. "Goodnight, Lily," he whispered quietly. "I love you."
Lily walked into her room and collapsed on the bed. Why was she feeling this way? Every time he touched her, her stomach had flipped. Every time his beautiful hazel eyes had met her, she felt something shooting through her veins, all over her body. There was only one possible explanation. She was in love with James Potter. "I am not in love," she told herself firmly. "I must have the flu." "But what if you are?" a little voice in the back of her head said quietly. Lily refused to accept that thought. "I am not," she told herself over and over again until the tears started streaming. "I can't be." As Lily was lying on her bed sobbing, her owl came over and rested on her head, tapping gently, a letter tied to it's leg. Carefully, she pulled it out and watched the owl fly back to it's cage. Dear Ms. Evans, Recently, a known Dark wizard has been taking over England. We are a group called Order of the Phoenix, and have been trying to fight against You-Know-Who. We are led by Albus Dumbledore, who you would know as he is currently headmaster of your school. You are one of the few chosen people whom Dumbledore thought magically able enough to join. Please reply as soon as possible. Alastor "Mad-eye" Moody. Lily stared at the letter in her hand. Dumbledore thought her magically able. Cracking a smile, she jumped up and ran to her desk. She picked up a piece of parchment and a quill and scribbled her reply. Dear Mr. Moody, I would love to join the Order of the Phoenix! Although I'm not sure about me being 'magically able'. I'm not top of my year or anything. Lily Evans. Smiling, she tied the piece of parchment to the owl's leg. But what happened earlier with James flooded back into her mind. "Wait there, I want to write another letter." After she had scrawled on the parchment, she re-read it through. Dear Petunia, I know you hate me, and I guess there are some good reasons for it, but I really need your help. I don't know what's happening; whether or not I'm in love with this boy that I have hated for so many years. Please help me. I love you, Lily xx Sighing, she also attached the letter to the owl's leg. "Mad-eye Moody and Petunia, alright?" The owl hooted before flying out of the window. She started to get changed into her uniform. When she was done, she looked for her Tranfiguration book to look up about Animagus. Sighing, she realised she left it in the other room. She found James lying on the sofa, sleeping. She quickly sneaked past and grabbed her book, returning to her room.
Lily walked into her room and collapsed on the bed. Why was she feeling this way? Every time he touched her, her stomach had flipped. Every time his beautiful hazel eyes had met her, she felt something shooting through her veins, all over her body. There was only one possible explanation. She was in love with James Potter. "I am not in love," she told herself firmly. "I must have the flu." "But what if you are?" a little voice in the back of her head said quietly. Lily refused to accept that thought. "I am not," she told herself over and over again until the tears started streaming. "I can't be." As Lily was lying on her bed sobbing, her owl came over and rested on her head, tapping gently, a letter tied to it's leg. Carefully, she pulled it out and watched the owl fly back to it's cage. Dear Ms. Evans, Recently, a known Dark wizard has been taking over England. We are a group called Order of the Phoenix, and have been trying to fight against You-Know-Who. We are led by Albus Dumbledore, who you would know as he is currently headmaster of your school. You are one of the few chosen people whom Dumbledore thought magically able enough to join. Please reply as soon as possible. Alastor "Mad-eye" Moody. Lily stared at the letter in her hand. Dumbledore thought her magically able. Cracking a smile, she jumped up and ran to her desk. She picked up a piece of parchment and a quill and scribbled her reply. Dear Mr. Moody, I would love to join the Order of the Phoenix! Although I'm not sure about me being 'magically able'. I'm not top of my year or anything. Lily Evans. Smiling, she tied the piece of parchment to the owl's leg. But what happened earlier with James flooded back into her mind. "Wait there, I want to write another letter." After she had scrawled on the parchment, she re-read it through. Dear Petunia, I know you hate me, and I guess there are some good reasons for it, but I really need your help. I don't know what's happening; whether or not I'm in love with this boy that I have hated for so many years. Please help me. I love you, Lily xx Sighing, she also attached the letter to the owl's leg. "Mad-eye Moody and Petunia, alright?" The owl hooted before flying out of the window. She started to get changed into her uniform. When she was done, she looked for her Tranfiguration book to look up about Animagus. Sighing, she realised she left it in the other room. She found James lying on the sofa, sleeping. She quickly sneaked past and grabbed her book, returning to her room.