A/N: Rhapsody-child-of-the-sky, sorry, but that's not it. Congratulations on being the only person who tried, though! And here's a hint, it has to do with someone's name. Well, in this chapter, we have Arabella and Sirius, but they're not together. Frank gets back at Lily, and of course, there's plenty of the wonderful James Potter. Enjoy.

On Saturday morning, about ten girls were waiting impatiently in Lily's dormitory when she and Arabella walked in.

"What's going on?" Lily asked curiously, looking around.

Karen surveyed her critically. "You're not going to meet James Potter looking like that, are you?" she asked with distaste.

Lily looked at herself in the mirror. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and there was a very faint splash of freckles across her nose. She wore no make-up. In all, she thought she looked pretty normal.

"What's wrong with how she looks?" Arabella demanded indignantly, coming to her friend's defense. "She looks like she always does."

Karen let out a scream of frustration. "That's exactly the problem! You don't want James to think you don't care how you look, do you?"

"But I don't care," Lily pointed out.

Another fifth-year girl named Denise shook her head in disgust. "Would you listen to her? She's going out with James Potter and she acts like it's no big deal!"

"It isn't a big deal," Bella replied.

Cathy, a fourth-year, said calmly, "Relax, Lily. This will just take a few minutes."

Knowing they were referring to Karen's famous-or rather, infamous-makeovers, Lily and Arabella looked at each other with some trepidation. Girls who had received these so-called makeovers tended to look like they were about to attend clown school.

"We're not going out," Lily insisted for what had to be the billionth time. "Honestly, I do appreciate your…er… concern. But it's fine. Really. It's not that big a deal." She was inching towards the door as she spoke, clearly hoping she could make a run for it.

"So," Lily said brightly, "I'm just going to go to the pitch now, and see if I can get a good seat." Lily opened the door and was out of there like a flash.

Karen turned to Arabella and said flatly, "Your friend is a complete lunatic, you know that?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As Lily, Arabella, and Frank waited for the game, Bella and Frank watched with some interest as she pulled out a quill and a piece of parchment.

"Don't tell me you're doing homework here of all places," Arabella said, horrified.

Lily laughed. "Of course not." She waved the quill. "This is a Quick-Quotes quill. James asked the team members to take some notes during the game. He really wants us to be prepared."

"Speaking of prepared," Arabella remarked, "Frank, are you ready for your 'rendezvous' with Diane today?" She waggled her eyebrows at Frank, who blushed.

"You know, Black has been giving me non-stop grief about your little performance a few days ago," he remarked, glaring at Lily.

Lily grinned. "Wonder what Diane would say about it…"she mused.

"Don't you dare say anything to her about that!" Frank ordered, turning beet-red.

"Of course not!" Lily protested, her hand over her heart. "But if it accidentally came out…well…" Lily grinned wickedly.

Frank glared at her balefully. " I knew I shouldn't have asked you to come along-"

"Shhh!" Arabella ordered. "The game's about to start!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Frank, are you all right?" Lily asked as they walked to the Three Broomsticks.

Frank nodded. "Yeah. Just very, very nervous."

Lily smiled at him reassuringly. "All teasing aside, I promise I won't try to embarrass you today…too much."

Frank turned to her. "Out of curiosity, how many people have asked you if you and James are going out?" he asked slyly.

Lily sighed in disgust. "I lost count."

"You know," Frank said casually, "it'd be a shame if I accidentally led your roommates to believe that this really was a date. I mean, seeing as how those girls are the biggest gossips known to man, it'll be all over Hogwats within a few hours."

Lily's huge green eyes were even bigger than normal with horror. "You wouldn't," she hissed.

Frank grinned at her. "Wouldn't I?"

"Hey, guys!" Diane called as Frank and Lily walked into the Three Broomsticks. "James is already here," she informed then, pointing to James, who waved.

Lily smiled at him.

"Well," she said brightly, seeing as how Frank and Diane were gazing at each other with that you-hang-the-stars look and were incapable of speech, "shall we sit down?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

James and Frank had gone to get some more drinks. Lily was talking to Diane about all the rumors that had been going around about the so-called date.

"I mean, it was just so ridiculous," Diane complained. "Every single day there were people asking me if Frank and I had helped put you two together-"

"That's not the worst part," Lily told her. "Right before the game, there were ten girls in my dormitory insisting on giving me a makeover." She shook her head. "People are insane."

"Definitely," Diane agreed.

"Y'know, it's really odd," Lily mused. "I mean, to everyone else, James is this…god. But to me he's just this average, everyday, normal guy with a talent for Quidditch and pranks."

"Why, thank you," James remarked from behind. "I believe that's the first time anyone's ever referred to me as normal."

Lily turned around and grinned. Frank and James were standing there, each of them carrying a foamy tankard of butterbeer in their hands.

"Here you go," Frank offered, handing Diane a butterbeer, while James did the same.

Lily chuckled.

"What?" James asked, unaware that there was foam on his nose.

"There's-butterbeer foam-on your nose," Lily explained, giggling. On an impulse, she reached across the table and wiped it away gently. "There you go," she said casually, sitting back down in her seat.

James smiled back at her, dimly aware of the sudden rushing sound in his ears. Frank noticed the slight flush on James's face but made no comment.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Sorry 'bout Hufflepuff losing to Ravenclaw," James said casually to Diane.

Diane shrugged. "Good thing I'm not obsessed with Quidditch," she said. "Besides, we didn't lose by that much, thanks to our Chasers. What's the next match anyway?"

James smiled. "Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor."

Lily looked at Frank. "So, Frank, which side are you on? Gryffindor or Hufflepuff." Seeing the twinkle in Lily's eye, James and Diane immediately caught on and decided to play along.

James answered for Frank. "Gryffindor, naturally," he said indignantly.

"Oh, I like that," Diane declared, putting her hands on her hips and tossing her curls. "What about Hufflepuff, hmm?"

Frank's eyes shifted frantically from James to Diane, not liking the turn the conversation was taking at all.

"What about it?" James demanded. "He's in Gryffindor, he'll be supporting Gryffindor."

Lily agreed. "It's like a law. You support the house you're in. End of story."

Diane harrumphed. "Hah. And I suppose it would be a travesty if he supported Hufflepuff, seeing as how I'm in it?"

"Damned straight," Lily and James said in unison.

They turned to Frank, who was right then wishing he had never suggested that Lily and James come along. "Well, Frank?" Lily demanded. "What's it going to be? Gryffindor or Hufflepuff?"

Seeing the terror on poor Frank's face, James, Lily and Diane cracked up.

Laughing, Diane reassured him, "Honestly, Frank, I don't care if you support Gryffindor or not. But if Gryffindor wins, don't gloat too much, okay?"

"If we win?" James echoed. "I like that. Why, the outcome's a foregone conclusion-"

Lily grabbed James's arm. "Diane, Frank, we're off to Zonko's. See you later." Lily dragged James away.

She laughed as Diane and Frank walked away, talking excitedly. "We really ought to be nicer to Frank," she told James. Then she wrinkled her nose. "Naah."

James laughed at that, then gave her a hopeful look. "So are we really going to Zonko's? And why'd you drag me off like that?"

Lily sighed. "Because they wanted to be alone," she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"And you knew this how?" James asked, confused.

Lily sighed again. "Honestly, are all boys blind or something?" she demanded. "It was perfectly obvious."

"Who says all boys are blind?" Sirius asked as he, Remus, and Peter walked up to them.

James pointed at Lily. "Evidently she does."

Lily smiled at the boys. "Hello."

Sirius smiled back. "Hey." Then he looked around. "So where's the Shrew?"

"Excuse me?" Lily asked in confusion.

Remus sighed in disgust. "He means your friend Arabella," he explained.

Lily raised an eyebrow. "You call her the Shrew?" she asked in disbelief.

"Doesn't everybody?"

Lily shook her head, wondering why she was even surprised. "She's with Liam McAllister."

"Liam McAllister?" Sirius echoed in surprise. "That pompous, arrogant Ravenclaw prefect who thinks that every single girl he meets is in love with him? What on earth is she doing with-wait a minute, what am I saying? They're a perfect match. Both their egos are the size of Hogwarts."

James poked Sirius with his elbow. "Knock it off, Padfoot," he muttered.

"It's all right, James," Lily said with a sigh. "I suppose I'll have to resign myself to the fact that they're going to hate each other for life."

"Damn right," Sirius muttered in agreement. "Hey, you guys going to Zonko's?"

James nodded.

"Mind if we tag along?" Sirius asked.

Lily perked up at that. "No, no, we don't mind," she said eagerly. "Do we, James?"

"Uh, no, of course not," James said slowly, looking at Lily as if he was finally figuring something out.

As they headed off to Zonko's, Lily and Sirius in the lead, talking animatedly to each other, Peter nudged James.

"Hey, James? D'you fancy her?"

"What?" James said distractedly. "No, no. She's nice, but-um, that's about it."

"Well, good," Peter said, jerking his head in Sirius and Lily's direction. " 'Cause it looks like she happens to fancy Padfoot over there. Lucky guy."

"Yeah," James said softly, staring after Lily and Sirius. "Looks like she does."