Author's Notes: Not much to say. This has to be one of the funniest stories I've ever written. Mwah! I need some humour to make up for the sad chapter of Into the Past.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I do own the poetry. Go me!

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Lily walked down to the Great Hall, grumbling. She over-slept, her hair was a mess, and she had her shoes on the wrong feet. She couldn't change them though. She would have to bend over and take them off, and then put them back on. Unless…

"Sammie!" Lily called, limping over to her, "Will you fix my ---" What she was going to say, though, was unknown, as a barn own flew down towards her as she sat down, dropping her letter in her cereal.

"Ew." Lily said, as she pulled the letter out, trying to dry it out. She slowly opened the letter, rolling her eyes as she read.

"What is it?" Sammie asked, reading over her friend's shoulder out loud.

"Lily,

Your face is as red as your hair,

Whenever you get mad.

Your eyes are green, too,

Making you look like you feel bad.

I love the way you say every word,

Especially when you say Potter

Dang, Lily! Whenever you say that

I feel a thousand times hotter!"

Lily's cheeks showed off a brilliant red colour that matched her fiery hair. Sammie never knew when to keep quiet. It was soon apparent the whole Gryffindor table heard and were now laughing hysterically. Lily sent her famous 'Ice Glare' to James, before taking a napkin and a tube of lipstick out of Sammie's purse.

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James sighed, feeling depressed. What a boring day. It was already breakfast, and he hadn't laughed once! How very, very depressing.

James had just sit down when a letter from a screech owl landed next to his toast. Grinning wildly, he took the letter from the bird and began to read it as Sirius came up behind him to read it aloud.

"James,

Perhaps I should stop,

Calling you by your surname,

You think you're on top?

This is the beginning of the game.

My hair is red and yours is black

Colours is something you know,

So you throw a ball with game tact,

I didn't know your head had to grow.

One day, Potter, you'll begin to see,

I am a person, not a prize,

Tough luck, you can't have me.

I bet this comes as a surprise.

I can see Sirius planning now,

We got to get Evans back for this!

And then you'll ask how,

Just know that you can't top Miss Priss.

So maybe I'll wake up one day,

My red hair an ugly pink,

But least I know I can say,

That I don't need a shrink!

Potter, just give up the task,

And don't be filled with doubt,

No matter how many times you ask,

With you, I won't go out!"

Sirius ended the poem with a hearty laugh. This time, the whole hall heard, due to Sirius' increasing volume as the poem got good. And as people know, when Sirius is shouting something, there must be a good reason.

James was down, but he refused to be kicked. Lily might have out…poemed him? It didn't matter. He would come out on top, once again. He bent his head down, looking like he was ashamed as he pushed his food away from him. He began pushing more and more food away until he decided it was enough. He pulled his legs up to his chest, and stood up. He then placed a dirty trainer on the table, and then another, until he was standing on the table.

"Oh, Evans, you know you love me. Now go out with me?" Lily responded by throwing a muffin at him, "Well would you look at that!" He shouted to the still silent hall, "She finally didn't say no!" He turned towards Lily, "Next Hogsmeade weekend, me, you, Zonko's. Wear something skimpy." He winked at her and jumped off the table and ran outside the hall before the teachers could get him.

Lily stood up, glaring after him, "POTTER!"

Author's Notes: Stay tuned for the next chapter, involving the next generation! Hope you liked this one!