Lily, Paige, and Whitney walked into the Great Hall. Lily sighed. She was finally back home. They took their seats at Gryffindor table. James absolutely insisted on sitting next to Lily, forcing Whitney to move, and sit between Remus and Sirius. Lily groaned. Hopefully this was just a one-time thing, and he wouldn't sit next to her at every meal. Paige suddenly jabbed her arm.

"Lily! There's Andrew Gates! Look! He's staring at you! Lucky! He's so hot!" It was true. Andrew Gates was a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed Hufflepuff, who was admired by many. He waved at Lily, and winked. Lily, flustered, attempted to wave back, but only succeeded in knocking her goblet over, to the laughter of Paige. James stared between Lily and Andrew as if it were a tennis match, not quite understanding what was going on.

"Do you really think he likes me, Paige?" Lily giggled, blushing.

Paige smiled. "Of course he does! He just waved and winked to you! You need to flirt, Lily! You can start tomorrow when classes start…don't give me that look! I know how well you flirt when you want to!" James looked at Paige and scowled.

Lily grinned. "Fine! I guess I'll just say hello tomorrow…something small, you know, to start out with…how many seconds should I keep eye contact? Which smile should I use?" That was just like Lily, always overanalyzing things.

Paige groaned. "LILY! Just be yourself, alright?"

At that moment, Professor McGonagall had led all the first years into the Great Hall, and the Sorting began. Lily clapped politely for each student, but soon got bored, and mentally willed the Sorting Hat to go faster. At last, the last student (Zellith) has been sorted (into Hufflepuff), and everyone got to eat.

"Ongs! Pass the uddin!" said Sirius between mouthfuls of food. Lily groaned and felt quite sick looking at Sirius shoving random food into his mouth. James looked at her and grinned. He quickly covered her eyes with his hand.

"Trust me, Evans. You don't want to see this. And this is just stage one for Padfoot!"

"POTTER! GET YOUR DAMN HAND OFF MY EYES! NOW! I ORDER YOU! I'M HEAD GIRL, YOU KNOW!" screamed Lily, kicking and shoving, in an attempt to get James' hand off her face.

James laughed. "But I am Head Boy. So I think I can overrule your demands."

"I'M WARNING YOU!"

"Oh no! I'm scared now! What is good little Evans going to do to me? Yell at me some more?"

"POTTER! GET YOUR HAND OF MY FACE RIGHT THIS SECOND OR I'LL FILE FOR SEXUAL HARASSMENT!" Lily screeched. James quickly lifted his hand off of her eyes, surprised.

"But…that's not…is it? It can't be sexual harassment! Just covering your eyes!" he stuttered.

Lily smiled. "You never know, Potter," she said.

Lily and James quickly finished their supper and made their way to the Head's common room. Dumbledore had given them the password in their Hogwarts acceptance letters.

"gurglesnout," said James to the portrait of a ballerina dancer. The portrait immediately swung open and let them inside.

Lily gasped. The common room had a fuzzy blue carpet with sky blue walls. Luxurious velvet couches were scattered here and there, and there was a beautiful, large fireplace. Lily ran to see what was behind one of the doors, and cried in delight. The bathroom had shiny, clean marble tile floors and a shiny, light silver color on the walls. There was a huge bathtub in the center, will dozens of different valves, and there was a whole wall of showers to the left of the bath. To the right of the bath were dozens of sinks, each one with a different color valve. Lily curiously walked over to them, and pulled all of the valves. Each sink was instantly filled with a different color (and different scent) of water. Lily quickly closed all the valves and went back into the common room, where James was still sitting by the fire, amazed.

"Potter? We'd best go to our rooms now, get some sleep."

He looked up at her, noticing her for the first time. His mind seemed to be elsewhere. "Oh yeah. Sure. Right. Well, uh…night, Evans. Goodnight kiss, perhaps?" he asked, getting back to his former self.

Lily smiled before she could stop herself. "No, Potter! Now goodnight!" She walked into what she assumed was her bedroom, and James walked into his.

Lily's bedroom was beautiful. It had deep crimson walls, and a shaggy white carpet. It was rather large – with a vanity, a walk-in closet, a large four-poster bed, and a mysterious window across from her bed. She curiously walked over to it. Suddenly, someone pulled back the curtains on the other side.

"EVANS! SURPRISE!" shouted James, laughing. Lily screamed, then scowled.

"GOODNIGHT, POTTER!" she shrieked, slamming her curtains shut. She wandered over to her bed, and fell asleep, dreaming about her parents.