Lily's taking a long, neck popping stretch when James finally stirs at her side. "Sleeping Beauty awakes!"
He unsuccessfully fumbles around for his glasses, until Lily takes pity and drops them into his palm. As he slips them onto the bridge of his nose, James frowns. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"You were too exhausted to be of any use to me," Lily replies breezily as she flips through the potions textbook.
"You forget, Evans, that I can tell when you're camouflaging your affection."
"Can you though?" Lily asks with a knowing smirk.
"Absolutely," James says without hesitation, taking a long drag of his cold tea.
Lily focuses her gaze on the parchment. "So then you know I've fancied you since March?"
His combined cough-gasps sends the lukewarm dregs of tea up his nose while Lily grabs their essay draft in an attempt to rescue the carefully researched monstrosity.
"What the hell Evans?"
"Well, seems like we've got this all covered," Lily grabs her books, the essay draft, and in her haste probably a few things that aren't actually hers.
"Evans!" James yelps as she mounts the first stair.
She doesn't turn and he calls her name one more time with some accompanying swearing.
At the top of the stairs, just before she disappears from the view of the common room Lily calls out, "See you at breakfast, James."