Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and the related characters, terms, etc., I only accept credit and/or responsibility for the plot that you don't recognise. Enjoy. 

Summary: An epistolary sequence documenting the humour filled, at times angst-y, and EVER evolving relationship between Lily Evans and James Potter. Why don't they just get together and snog each other senseless already? You'll see soon enough...

Chapter: So To Speak

Author's Note: Please don't be upset… I know the summary says that this is an epistolary sequence, but it's really hard to write like that and keep the plot rolling. You haven't seen the last of the letters, but you're about to witness the beginning of something else. I truly do hope you like it.

Drop a Line

19 September 5.36

To: WORMTAIL

Yes. And yes. Dreadfully busy, will talk to you later.

-Prongs

James Potter sat as still and as quietly as a church mouse in Professor Binns' dusty classroom. The only noise competing with the sound of James' rhythmic breathing was the equally even scratching of his quill on his roll of parchment as he wrote the required lines. Had Binns not been preoccupied with the large tome on his desk, he may have noticed the suspicious way James' eyes darted to the ceiling every few seconds. When a large crash resounded throughout the room and a loud ghostly cackle filtered in through the door, James fought to hide a smile. "Peeves," muttered the ghost teacher, slamming the book closed in silent fury. "Potter, you may leave when I return or you when finish your lines, whichever comes first. And not before…"

"Yes Professor," chorused James, giving Binns a thumbs-up before the ghost disappeared into the wall. Once James was sure Binns was gone for good, he unsheathed his wand. Keeping an eye on the ceiling, James charmed his quill to continue writing, "I will not throw things at my teachers, even if they cannot feel it," without the guidance of his hand. James put his wand away as stealthily as he had taken it out, and began to rummage through his bag. He soon extracted a small, rectangular casing from which he removed a mirror.

"Sirius," he whispered, tapping the glass with his index. James smiled broadly as his shaggy haired friend appeared in place of James' reflection.

"You called?" asked Sirius, leaning back onto what James assumed was his bed.

"Merlin Sirius, when I asked you to distract Binns, I wasn't expecting… that, but what did you do anyways?"

"Left a crate of fireworks and stink pellets out in Peeve's favourite corridor, it was only a matter of time before he found it…"

"Excellent, but about Lily, I have a plan for tonight, I'm just going to need your help…"

Sirius grinned cheekily before responding, "that's what I'm here for…"

"Right. Er, you're going to need the cloak, and parchment, and a quill, and your wand. You've seen Holly's handwriting enough to do a replication spell, correct?"

"Holly?" asked Sirius, holding the mirror with one hand and inspecting a curious blonde hair he'd picked off his tie.

"Your Herbology partner, one of Lily's best mates… get with it Sirius…"

"Right. Yea, I know I could copy it… why though?"

"Go to the owlery, send Lily an owl using Holly's handwriting, tell her to meet Lily down at the Quidditch pitch at around 10… but make sure the letter's girly and, er, Holly-like, or it won't work" said James, barely pausing for breath.

"Holly–like? You mean stupid?" James nodded.

"Will you?"

"Do I have a choice?" James shook his head.

"Alright then I'll do it."

"Cheers," whispered James, fearing that Binns would be returning soon.

"Pete's here, he wants to say something to you…" said Sirius, who had apparently been putting up with plenty of Peter's whining.

"I've got to go Sir, I'll talk to him later…" finished James, putting the mirror away and resuming control of his quill seconds before Binns reappeared.

"You can go Potter," he called, wiping invisible sweat from his ghostly brow. "Just promise me that when you die, you won't come back and terrorize the school like our dear friend Peeves…" 

"Don't worry Professor, when I die, I promise I'll stay dead."