November came and left. James was either at the qudditch pitch or at the quidditch pitch. He spent not time with one not even Sirius. Maybe he would show up for Dinner once in a while but that was rare for James now a days. Sirius had been pushing James to break-up with Lily for the longest time and now that he'd finally done so, he had completely isolated himself. He had decided also to tell his dad that he was going to play quidditch for England. His father had no problems whatsoever with it but his mother on the other hand flew off the handle, and refused to speak to him. December was upon Hogwarts, and Christmas was fast approaching. Lily had decided to go home and spend Christmas break with her family. Since James was no longer in her life. It came as a devastating blow to lily. He had been so nice. so perfect to her and had treated her so well, that when he told her those life changing words she went into a depression, and for the first time in her life, Lily wasn't always smiling. In fact she had turned very bitter the only person she occasionally talked to was Lizzie. Occasionally she would speak to Remus to see how he was feeling after the full moon. Lily wasn't social. One day when they were allowed to visit Hogsmade, James decided he wasn't going to attend nor did lily. Remus and Sirius decided they would go after all they didn't want to be in the same place as a depressed Lily, and an unhappy James, who made sure lily knew he was relieved the he didn't have her as a burden anymore in his life. This just made Lily even more upset, and more determined to ruin James' next relationship, if he ever had another.

"why does he think he must remind me every time I see him that he played me for a fool?" she said to herself quietly, while she sat in her bed doing an essay for professor Dippit.

James was downstairs in the common room, actually working on the same essay she was. But dead James was stuck, see Lily helped him with essays, and at least helped him start. And now that he was on non-speaking terms, he was screwed. James sat and stared at his paper for a good ten minutes for he finally got up and and stormed upstairs to his room, put his books down, and grabbed his broom and went to the quidditch pitch.