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A/N: Just something that popped into my head. Read and Review?
Lily dropped into her seat, blushing vividly. She normally didn't blush this visibly, but as she had caught they eye of a boy further up the table, and had seen his mouth hanging open and his eyes almost the size of an apple, her immediate reaction was to blush. And thinking of that reminded her: she hadn't seen this boy before, not ever. She leaned back a bit and peeked up the table. There he was, sitting next to the new boy, Sirius Black, and opposite if Remus Lupin, her fellow prefect, and his friend Peter Pettigrew. She turned back to her friends, and momentarily forgot about the boy.
All around the great hall were there several conversations that were quite similar, simply because they were about the same person, or rather the same girl, Lily Evans.
"Wow, Evans look quite hot this year." Someone would mumble to his friend, who would nod and agree. Another would perhaps choose to say "Wow, pity there's no girls like that in our house." where in response his buddies would come with mumbled agreements, while the girls within hearing range would huff and send a glare towards Lily and the Gryffindor table. At that table the conversations were lighter. A "Go Lily!" could be heard, as well as, from Lupins side.
"That's Lily Evans, probably the hottest girl in the year, though I'm quite sure she wouldn't know, and she'd probably hex you if you ever hinted something of the sort." He muttered to James and Sirius across the table. Sirius nodded, and agreed.
"She's feisty that one, a right little minx." But James slipped out of the conversation as his eyes lingered on that special girl with the vivid hair that made her stand out in any gathering, just waiting and longing for those glimpses of green he could see when she turned her head.