Lily Evans looked up from her book just long enugh to se James Potter shuffle by, head down, hands clasped together loosely. She sighed. The seventh year girl studied his retreating back, as though it could solve the mystery that burned inside her. The boy's usual, out-going, cocky, snotty self mainly turned her off, but there was something underneath his hard shell that made her wonder if he really was all that bad. With a sigh, she was reminded that she didn't just wonder, she knew there was something there that wasn't so bad. If there wasn't, why then, had she fallen head over heels for him? If only there was some way to show it, to show her feeling for him. Her eyes stared after the retreating form of his body, and she lowered her gaze only when he became yet another speck in the distance.