A/N: Yay!! My exams are finally over! But unfortunately I couldn't update straight away because I had a pretty bad case of writers block. But I noticed this whole James- being- a- Chaser thing seems to be confusing a lot of people- sorry! I only just found out he was a Seeker.
"Why hello Morgana. How are you today?" There was only one person with a voice like that. "Hello Orlando." She replied coolly, as she tried hard not to look into his electric-blue eyes. "Congratulations on winning the match." He was grinning broadly, but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. A few days ago she would have melted at the mere sight of him. She looked him right in the eye, but instead of gazing at him adoringly, she took a deep breath, summoned all her strength- and punched him as hard as she could. "I guess I'm not as gullible as you thought" she said , and then she walked off , smiling smugly to herself.
When they were back at the castle ,Lily and Morgana put down their bags on a table in the Gryffindor common room. "I should probably get started on my Transfiguration homework" said Lily as she opened her bag. But instead of pulling out a roll of parchment , she pulled out a plain white envelope that said Lily Evans on it. She gasped. "It's another one of those letters!" she exclaimed. "What does it say? "cried Morgana . She looked over Lily's shoulder and read :
Dearest Lily,
If I could be anything I'd be your tears so I could be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks and die on your lips.
I wish I could tell you who I am, but I can't. Not now. But if you want to reply to my letters , just leave your replies behind the statue of the Hippogriff on the sixth floor.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
Lily's eyes widened in astonishment. "So what are you going to do?" asked Morgana. "I'm going to write back, of course." Lily desperately wanted to know who her secret admirer was. All she knew for sure was that he was a seventh-year ,most likely a Gryffindor and he was tall, with slightly messy dark hair and large hazel eyes. He looked like a Quidditch player ,too . None of this information helped much , there were hundreds of seventh-year Gryffindors that looked like that. And quite a lot of them were absolute morons, like a certain someone she knew. Actually , James Potter had been a lot less annoying lately .In fact, in Transfiguration they had actually managed to have a civilized conversation. It had all started when they were revising Vanishing Spells ,and Professor McGonagall decided to make James her partner. She groaned, but he was surprisingly mature about it. "Do you want to go first?" he said. "OK" she replied. This was very unlike James . He hadn't asked her out or played any pranks on her for weeks. Maybe he's finally found another girl to torment, she thought. Whoever she is, I pity her.
She picked up her wand and tried to focus on the pineapple she was supposed to be Vanishing. "Evanesco!" she said. ( A/N: I think this is supposed to be the incantation for Vanishing Spells). The pineapple disappeared. "Your turn" she said. James waved his wand (not as ostentatiously as he usually did) and said "Evanesco!" . Once again, the pineapple disappeared. Lily raised an eyebrow. " You know , if you concentrated on schoolwork instead of playing pranks on people, you'd be top of the class" James rolled his eyes. "That's what my parents said, too. But what's the point? I hate school, it's so boring." Lily shook her head. "It's not that boring. Ever been to a Muggle school?". James was about to reply when the bell rang ,and as they filed out of the classroom , James said "Evans , will you-?" Lily looked at him in disbelief . "No , Potter, for the thousandth time I will not go out with you." I should have known, she thought. "Actually , I was going to ask if you'd tutor me" Lily hesitated. Being alone with James Potter for an hour was probably not a very good idea. But then ,he did seem to be deflating his head a little. "OK" said Lily. "I'll meet you in the library tomorrow after Defense Against Dark Arts". James grinned. "I look forward to it."
