There she sat, in all of her glory. Lily Evans. Padfoot noticed how the colored light flowed through her wavy auburn hair, making each stand shimmer like diamonds. She laughed at something, and the sound of her laughter made his throat tighten up. She was talking to some pretty Ravenclaw girl whose name Sirius only related to Christmas. He continued to watch Lily until "Padfoot, snap out of it!" Sirius almost jumped a foot into the air, and looked up into the familiar face of James. "You like Noel, don't you?" Prongs said with a laugh. "Who?" said Sirius, still breathless. "Noel. Noel Adamshire. The one talking to my Lily." Sirius' mouth dried out and he felt a twinge of anger at James calling Lily his when the only time she ever talked to him was to yell at him for picking on others. He quickly forced a handsome smile and said "Uh, no. Sure she's hot, but were will she ever get me besides bed?" the Marauders roared with laughter. Madam Pince, the librarian, threw them horrible looks and coughed to let them now they were noisy little brats. They quieted down, and Sirius caught his eye. Moony was Sirius' closest friend, other than James, and Moony was fully aware of Sirius' crush on Lily. James could never find out. If he ever knew, James would probably cease contact with him, and then hunt him down and kill him. James liked Lily since the second year, when she made eye contact with him, and he had been crazy about her ever since.