A/N- My FIRST first FIRST ever FanFic, so be nice flamers! If I'm illiterate, tell me. If my plot has been used before, I'm sorry, but I didn't mean for it to be so. If its too short, Let me know. If its too far from your version of Lily Evans, TOO BAD!

Disclaimer- I only own the Title... Or, I think I do.

She really didn't want to get up. It was the first day of 7th year xams and Lily Evans didn't want to get up. Why, you might ask, does this girl not want to get up? Surely the head girl would already have all the answers! This particular Ravenclaw girl did have all the answers, she was sure of it. But she was too sure. Too demonstrate this I shall allow oyu to hear her train of thought. (any and all 'facts' are made up by me, so JKR fans, no getting mad!)

'Veritaserum's major ingredient is RattleWort, right?

Yes, of course it is. I know that.

But I don't know everything

I don't know how to find a beazel... We learned that in first year too!

Of course I do, It is in a goats stomach or something.

Good, I know all I need to.

But I can't be so confident, I might make a silly mistake if I am!' This went on all morning.

Even after she dragged herself out of bed, got on her uniform, shined and put on her Head Girl badge, and walked to the common room to study some more. She kept checking and rechecking facts she knew until her friends insisted she come down for lunch.

"Lunch?" She had demanded, surely it wasn't that late! Her first exam started in an hour! She rushed to lunch, reading books as she nibbled a piece of bread. She sighed, happy she hadn't run into James. She loved him, but she could afford no distractions at the moment.

Walking to her first exam, she felt a feeling of dread. If she didn't pass, well, who knows what she would do. It probably involved a lot of spells and words no one knew Lily to be capable of, or even that she knew them.

She sat down in the chair, looked at the paper and took a deep, deep breath. She prayed that she could do this... no, she knew that she could do this. She took her quill, dipped it in the ink, and started on question one...

A/N- see? Now was that so bad? -covers ears in fear of the 'NO!'s that were sure to come- so... um... should I continue? Or leave it here? Or delete this, burn it, bury the ashes, and never speak of it again?