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Tap, tap, tap.

Groan, mumble, mumble.

Tap, tap, tap.

"Huh… wha-izit?" Rolling over, James looked out his window to see an owl there. A cute barn owl, its green eyes shining in the faint moonlight. 'How rare,' he thought as the green eyes watched him.

He cast a glance at his own barn owl, Cupid, who was awake, looking excitedly at the arrival of his friend. After opening the window, the mystery barn owl flew to Cupid's cage and touched its beak to his. Cupid looked at his owner expectantly, then at his cage door.

"Right," James said slowly. "So you're the one I always find next to him in the Owlery? Come on then, the letter?" he said impatiently, not too thrilled about being woken up at such an ungodly hour.

Psyche, forgetting her duties once she saw Cupid, stuck out her leg, forcing James to walk over to her. After taking the letter off (grumbling about 'owls these days'), he nicely opened the cage door, allowing Cupid to fly out.

"A little bit of light please?" James said, and the candles that never seemed to burn down lit up on the golden candleholders upon his walls. "Thank you." The Wimbourne Wasps woke up and were stretching lazily in their poster, watching James with interest as the Snitch tauntingly zoomed past them.

Looking curiously at the owl, he noticed that indeed it was a she. 'Good thing too…'

Psyche was a medium brown colour, white breast, and had darker brown spots a plentiful on her back and wings. But the most amazing thing were her jade eyes. Cupid, on the other hand, was a light golden colour, also white breasted – all barn owls were. He had less spots on him, which were medium brown in colour, and he too had strangely coloured eyes. Cupids eyes were bright blue – ultramarine blue, consequently the same as James'. They looked quite the couple sitting on the headboard of his double bed.

Abandoning his thoughts of the owls, he looked at the letter. On the front, he noticed, was written in gold lettering that shimmered red in certain light –

James Potter,

Gryffindor's Coolest Prefect.

Not recognizing the writing, 'Far too good for Sirius,' he looked at his clock. "Three thirty-six in the bloody morning!" he hissed. "Who's writing to me now?"

James tiredly opened – no wait, much too calm a word – tore, ripped, mauled, and viciously attacked the parchment. He could have fainted right then and there. It was from Lily Evans.

Good morning James,

Sorry to wake you. I couldn't sleep and seeing as you're my new partner in crime, I feel you should carry my burdens as well. Therefore, I feel that we should get to know each other better.

At this point James had to slowly sit down on his bed in order to not faint. Oh sure they had shared short conversations… but 'get to know each other better' was a much better alternative.

You know, because we'll be spending a lot more time together.

I was at Jennifer's house for a week, and was surprised not to see you there – not even once! Apparently you have a room at the Black Manor – I just figured I'd at least get a glimpse of you. But alas, you make me wait all summer until I see you again.

'Is she flirting?' James thought. 'No, Sirius probably just told her that I'd most likely be there…' The truth was that James was a bit nervous to see Lily and he had prior engagements. Sirius tried to use her as an excuse to go over, even for a couple of days, but James couldn't cancel.

So, how's life in the Wizarding world? Muggle life has gone ok, kind of boring though. Any new prank ideas? I've got some that I'm keeping to myself if you ever decide to try and get me!

'Never!' he thought.

Jen, Ara, Mel and I came up with them. I warn you now – don't make us use them.

If my father could only read this now… I think he'd have a heart attack! You know what he called your little group? The Marooner's! Honestly. He thinks you all go around parading the 'Marauders', even though I explained to him that very few people know of that name… I guess he's just stuck in his ways.

Well, I hope to hear from you before I reach Platform 9 ¾! See you tomorrow – er, today!

Lily Evans

PS. My owls name is Psyche. Isn't she the cutest?

James stared at the parchment, shocked. While reading it, he could almost here her laughter, and see her puppy dog eyes when she talked about not seeing him at Sirius' place. It made him smile the infamous Potter lop-sided grin.

"Whoa."

James quickly made his was over to his desk, took out some parchment, a quill, and ink from his chest for school, and started writing away. He thought for a while of what to write, and how to word things perfectly. A few pieces of parchment later (more like twenty), James was ready to send it off. It was nearly five in the morning when he finished.

"Here goes nothing…"

Cupid and Psyche flew out James' window and began soaring in the shine of the early morning sun. The light dyed the owl's feathers orange and pink; soon they became part of the sunrise.

Mr. Potter found James later that morning, head on his desk (with a couple of ink smudges on his cheek to boot), parchment crumpled and strewn every which way upon the desk and on his floor. Mr. Potter made his way precariously around the fallen paper and to James. He laughed quietly when he saw the drool escaping his mouth. Picking up one of the crumpled parchments, he smiled seeing whom it was addressed to.

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Lily awaited James' reply with great eagerness and excitement, but she didn't know why. She sat at her window, just gazing at the fading stars. They looked a lot better than the ones on her ceiling. She often wondered if when she graduated Hogwarts and lived in the Wizarding world, would she make her ceiling like the one in the Great Hall. Seeing what kind of day it was, just by looking up. Her thought drifted back to why she was awake. The sun was rising and she'd spent most of her night thinking about James.

When Lily saw Psyche returning, she was feeling giggly. Giggly wasn't a word to describe Lily – she wasn't one of those stereotypical teenage girls seen in most muggle cinemas.

She then noticed another owl flying along side her own. "What the…" Lily was confused until she saw who it was. "Oh hey - it's you!" she exclaimed as they flew in and perched upon her headboard. "I saved some of your favourite treats for when I got back to Hogwarts. Never thought I'd see you here." Lily frowned briefly before shrugging it off. Who'd have thought?

She opened up her trunk once more and took out the little bag. "Here you go." She gave Cupid some treats and he nibbled her finger affectionately. Lily had a thing for animals. Her lean Abyssinian cat, Iphigenia, was watching from the bed curiously. This was part of the reason why she loved going to her best friend Jen's place.

Mrs. Black worked with magical creatures. Sometimes, if she were needed, Mrs. Black would look after baby creatures. Poachers killed Hippogriffs for their talons, kidnapped Nifflers for gold, etc., leaving the babies behind. Lily was there once when Mrs. Black was looking after a baby Hippogriff, a pinkish roan colour. Jen had affectionately named it Jet. Sirius, who named every other thing his mother brought home 'Lil' Hellion', actually like this creature. Jet Black. Nice name for a baby Hippogriff, even if it was more pink than black.

Nifflers were another story. Living in a Manor like the Black's and having a Niffler wasn't the smartest of things. There was not a dull day when you had one with you: running around your place, digging, breaking, scrounging, and collecting gold.

Lily looked at the owl before her. "You know, I never learned your name, but you have beautiful eyes."

If possible, Cupid fluffed his feathers even more, showing off his beautiful plumage and dazzling blue eyes. Lily looked at his leg – no letter. The letter was on Psyche's leg.

"Why in Merlin's name did you come then?" she asked whilst opening James' letter. In red glistening letters it was addressed to:

Lily Evans Gryffindor's Hottest Prefect

She blushed as she read that. 'Is he flirting?' She smiled at the thought.

Hello Lily,

Waking me up at 3 in the morning? I'm sure you're so sorry. I don't mind, it was nice to hear from you. Partner in crime, eh? Sounds good to me! Now do you mean only at meetings, raising a little hell? Or whenever we're together, crime partners? I myself prefer the latter.

Lily blushed slightly more. 'Definite flirting.'

Sorry you missed me so much, seeing as I wasn't at Sirius' place,

'Did he think I missed him? Like that?' Lily bit her lip wondering what exactly he thought of her…

I was at Remus'; he was feeling sick, so being the cool Gryffindor that I am, stayed with him for about a week. Sirius was supposed to as well, but seeing as you were there to hang with, he just came for a day and night.

This was true. It was Remus' 'time of month', as they aptly named it, being the werewolf he was. A few days before and after the full moon he felt like Hades run over. The boys stayed with him for those days, even though Mr. and Mrs. Lupin sometimes cautioned them about Remus and explained that he never enjoyed anyone seeing him so vulnerable after the transformation. Sirius and James had looked concerned, and kept absolutely quiet when regarding what they actually did those full moon nights…

Life in the Wizarding world is good, nothing too exciting I can thrill you about. And yes, many prank ideas! Why would you think I'd try one on you? Slytherin's are the best for a well thought out prank. But,

'Uh-oh' she thought wryly,

give me a good reason to, and so help me Merlin, I will prank you like you'd never forget! Let that be a warning to you.

I'll see you in a few hours, James Potter

Aka. Gryffindor's Coolest Prefect ever.

PS. Psyche is her name? She has beautiful eyes. This is Cupid, he insisted on going with your owl. Would have woken up the neighborhood if I had said no. I think they have something going on that we don't know about. Don't laugh at his name either… I didn't name him.

Lily spent the rest of her waking time thinking about all the fun she'd be having this year. Her, a Prefect, and with James as her Prefect partner… yes, this would be an interesting year. She soon fell asleep at her window – dreaming of James. Hand dangling out the window, parchment in her other hand, Psyche asleep on her knee, and Cupid gone back to James.

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The thing with Cupid and Psyche: Read their story, it's from Greek Mythology, and is my favourite one. It's so cute, and romantic… in an odd twisted kinda way!.

And Iphigenia is a small, small, small character, but the tale she's in is sad. I cried. First time I've ever cried when reading a Mythology story. Here's a breakdown for those of you who care:

It's before the battle of Troy. On their way on a boat in the middle of the sea, Artemis was in a foul mood. In order to appease her, and save their ship (so they could off to war) they needed to sacrifice a royal maiden. The head honcho guy had his daughter come, saying to his wife and daughters that she was to wed Achilles. She came all dolled up, and as high as a kite, and there she was slain. Sad, sad, sad part. Cried.