The sound of an old rap song rang echoed around the empty Gryffindor dormitory. The only person present was a young wiry boy of about 16. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against a made-up bed that was probably his. He was throwing a green tennis ball against the wall and catching it, the thump, thump, thump also echoing down the corridor.

            A different sound was heard, approaching the room quickly. Another young man entered, a tall one with long black hair that was tied back into a ponytail and a grin on his face.

            "James! There you are! Why aren't you --" The newcomer paused to stare at the other. James caught the tennis ball, the final rap chords disappearing as he clutched the ball in his hand. With a turn of his head, his brown eyes stared at the long haired boy with a melancholy look. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and scoffed before deciding to throw the ball at the wall again.

            "James? You okay, man?"

            He grunted. "Just dandy, Fluffy, how are you?"

            "I told you not to call me that," the character replied, blushing slightly. "What's put you in such a bad mood? It's holiday!"

            "Nothing. Leave me alone."

            "Like hell I'm gonna do that!" He flopped onto the bed that James was leaning against, ignoring James' protests. "What's up?"

            "I told you! Nothing!"

            "You can tell me, James. I'm your best friend after all, aren't I?" He flashed a toothy smile.

             "Bugger off," James growled, throwing the tennis ball viciously at the wall again, another rap chorus erupting loudly.

            His friend opened his eyes wide. "It's Lily, isn't it? Lily Evans?"

            James glared. "Shut up!"

             "Blimey, Prongs! Why is she the one that's bothering you? She's back at her parents' house!"

             "I didn't ask you to shrink me, did I?" James retorted huffily.
            "Look," his friend replied, "I think I know just the thing that we can do."

            James almost got hit with the tennis ball in surprise. He looked up to see his friend with a wild grin on his face. "What are you talking about?"

             "Why don't we go see her? Surprise her!"
            James blinked. "What?"
            "We can use the map and --"

            James jumped to his feet in shock. "Sirius, no! Are you crazy?"

            Sirius shrugged. "I'm not the one in love with someone who hates my guts."

             "Oh shut it. You're the pimp, you shouldn't be talking, Sirius."

             "James, I'm serious. We could use the map to get safely outside and with your invisibility cloak we could ride your broom over to her house. You have her address don't you?"

            James blushed. "How did you know?"

             "Any stalker would, mate. So wha' d'ya say?"

            James ran his hand through his short, messy hair. "What about Dumbledore?"

             "He won't know. We'll make it a quick trip. You could drop some chocolate frogs off at her house or something, I dunno."

            James appeared to be thinking over the situation. He squeezed and released the tennis ball nervously, mulling things over.

             "Where's your sense of adventure gone, Prongs?" Sirius stood up and crossed his arms over his thin body. His handsome face glowed with the thought of adventure.

            James finally stood up, a little shorter compared to Sirius, and grinned. "It's gone nowhere, Padfoot. Let's go!"

             "That's the stag we know and love!" Sirius said enthusiastically, clapping his friend on the back. "We'll be back before dinner, trust me." He led James down the corridor and right out of the portrait.