Dear James,

This morning you told me that our meeting thing couldn't be in Hogsmeade. Why

not? It's TOMORROW. You can't just do stuff like that. Well... we could meet

on the seventh floor balcony. And I refuse to call it a date. Let's change the

time to midnight, so nobody sees us.

See you, Lily

...

Dear Lily,

Sorry. I'll tell you everything, okay? Just- not Hogsmeade. I'll tell you about that too. See you then.

Love, James

(PS: It's not a date? Crap...)