James yawned, stretched, and woke up. Peter smiled at him. "Good morning, James!" James grunted in return. "How can you be so cheerful?" James asked Peter, tired yet full of disdain.

Peter grinned. "Maybe I didn't stay up till midnight?" James smiled. James quickly took a shower, and got dressed in his robed. His schedule, which 'magically' appeared by house-elves, was on his night table.

1st- Potions- Mr. Jenson

2nd- History- Professor Binns

3rd- Transfiguration- Ms. McGonagall

4t- Charms- Mr. Flitwick

Lunch

5th- Defense Against the Dark Arts- Mrs. Jensing

6th- Astrology- Sinistra

7th- Flying- Madam Hooch

James stared at his watch. "Dammit, we've gotta be out in ten minutes. We gotta think of a prank!"

Sirius shrugged. "Lucky I brought water balloons. And I brought the old Snotter."

Peter smiled. "I can't believe we invented that! I mean, it smell, looks, feels, and tastes like snot, but it'snot!"

Sirius put his hand on his heart. "I know; it was a stroke of genius!" James smiled.

"C'mon, let's throw them!" Running out, James looked down, and saw a corridor swarming with people below. He let one loose, letting it fly, not aiming for anyone in particular. It hit-…

Lily felt something hit her, and found herself covered in snot. Everybody roared into laughter, every single person laughed at her. Lily ran to the bathroom, and urged herself not to sob. Maybe it didn't work quite right, because a few small tears streamed down her face. She ran up to her dorm so she could take a shower, and passed James with his water balloons. He looked at her and snorted with laughter.

Lily raised her fist. "This means war, Potter! This means war!" She punched him, right in the nose. He stared at her, horrified. He gritted his teeth, and spoke, his voice silky smooth, with a hint of a threat in it. "Alright, Evans, but don't come running to me if you find yourself different, or if you can't." He smiled toothily, and an ice cold smile contorted Lily's lips into a brutish snarl. With a wink, she rushed off to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Lily ate her breakfast, wishing she could sit with Paulo, but knowing that he was Hufflepuff and it just wasn't done. She looked at her schedule- All Gryffindor First-Years had the same schedule. She also had her classes with Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws by turns. Finally, she picked up a bag of food scraps, brought them up for Jessica, fed some leftovers of last night's turkey for Magic, and sneaked a slice of cold chicken or two for Horus. She picked up and headed to potions class. The teacher, Mr. Jenson, was a decent-looking young man of about twenty-nine or so. On his table he had a bunch of baking ingredients, and two enormous cakes.

He smiled. "Welcome, firsties! You'll have some fun in here, I hope, and if not, it really doesn't matter, because that as much as we wish it, school is not exactly the place for fun." In his class, everyone sat attentively, bright-eyed and staring back at him.

"Potions is like baking. Although these ingredients alone don't do much," he gestured at the ingredients, "together, they make something beautiful or useful." He gestured to the cakes. "I would like everyone to try each of the ingredients raw." Everyone moaned and groaned, but got up and ate water, eggs, baking powder, vanilla, flour, sugar, salt, and butter. "I would like everyone to eat a slice of this," with a gesture of his wand the plastic wrap covering the cake came off. "Cake, to show if the right ingredients are done correctly, it will be good." Everyone ran to get a slice of the succulent, flavorful vanilla cake. "And this, he said, guesturing to another cake, "shows what happens if you go wrong. Five points to the house that can figure out the problem." Peter sniffed the cake carefully, as if inspecting for poison, and bit down. A resounding 'crack' echoed through the room. Peter spat out eggshell. "You put in the whole egg, didn't you?" Mr. Jenson nodded. "Correct. Five points to Gryffindor!"

He smiled. "That will be all. Your only homework will be to see how good you follow directions with this" he pulled out a recipe for every person, "recipe for cupcakes. Whoever's cupcakes taste the best (with yours truly sampling), shall get fifteen or twenty-five points. Ten points to the best decorated! Talk amongst yourselves for the rest of the period." For the next ten minutes, they all chatted amongst themselves.

Next, of course, was History, which was, to say the least, a big letdown from potions. To say he was boring was an unacceptable understatement, but it would have to do. Lily spent all of it planning pranx to do on James, yet somehow managed to take notes on the classroom rules and regulations at the same time.

She had an advantage. She could go in his dorm, but she was pretty sure the opposite wasn't true. Disadvantage- she could tell by his little 'golden hat' scam that he already knew a portion of magic. Advantage- she was the one with the Pit Bull. Disadvantage- She did not have an OOUS (Owl of Unusual Size) Advantage- James was a bloody idiot. Disadvantage- She didn't have three loyal friends like James did. Just before class ended, though, she managed to think of a good, old-fashioned Muggle prank. Then, the bell rang and she left for her next class.

Next was Transfiguration. McGonagall started with the intro & rules lecture, and then started them with turning matches into needles. Lily prodded her match with her wand, willing it to change. It grew a bit silver and pointy, which was better than most, but that was all. James was prodding his, and in about thirty second's time a needle with a red point stood before him. The class broke into applause, while Lily wore on her face the most foul expression. While she was the second to change it into a needle, she wasn't the first, and that stupid James was. James was immediately moved on to something more challenging- changing a sewing needle into a syringe. Although it took about two full minutes, he did it. Eventually, after five minutes, she did it too, sliding into third (second was a raven claw boy named Ricky Abbot.)

Quickly, Lily headed off to charms. Her professor was a tiny little man; professor Flitwick. He had a high squeaky voice. In the back of the room, she heard James and Sirius, making fun of him. She felt sorry for the little man. She paid attention to what he said.

First, they were to try 'Wing-gardium leviosa.' Instantly, she whispered the chant, wand in hand. Her pen shuddered a bit. She, then, was given a large, beautiful fluffy white feather. She asked Flitwick, "Where did it come from?" He answered with a smile, "That would be my pet owl, Burdock. He's a Snowy. I love owls. Why'd you ask?" He peered at her, his expression unreadable. "I just wanted to make sure the feather was given willingly." She said smoothly.

"A commendable notion." He nodded. She said, "Wing-gardium Leviosa!" Slowly, the feather rose. It rose over three feet in the air, and she slowly directed it back down with her wand. The others oohed and aahed, applauding. Three minutes later, two people tied for second- the moon kid (Lily referred to Remus that way), and that good-for nothing James. Flitwick smiled at Lily. "Lily, may I see you after class?"

Lily swelled with pride. She was good at charms! James laughed. "Maybe Flitwick will teach her a shrinking charm after class; she can use it to shrink her swollen head!" Lily snarled. "At least I don't make fun of people who did nothing to me to be more popular!

"'Did nothing?' You punched me!"

"Only after you bombarded me with snot, and I'm betting it was from your nose!"

Everyone else snickered. A couple of them even laughed outright.

James turned red, and clenched his fist.

He narrowed his eyes.

Flitwick came in between them. "It's nice to know that you fellow Gryffindors are making friends!"

My God, thought Flitwick, It's like Tom and Rebus all over again!

James and Lily quieted instantly.

Strangely, they both had a similar thought-

How can he think we are friends?!

She smiled though. At lunch, she would get him back!