"Lil, if Dumbledore's mad about choosing James then he would also have to be mad about choosing you. You are going to make an awesome Head Girl and I'm sure that James won't do too-" Cris was cut off by and impatient Lily.

"He was late to the Head's compartment. He's late to everything. He's a marauder!" Cris raised a silvery eve brow. Tristan Shrugged her shoulders in agreement. Alia nodded. Cris still attempted to defend him. "Remus is a marauder and he's not so terrible. After all he's been prefect with you. I think that you're mad not to give James a chance." The train had stopped and she was about to leave with girls, (the marauder's found some attractive meat) when she added something, "you know you're eventually going to have to stop calling him Potter." Lily glared as the train came to a halt. A dark look clouded Tristan's eyes. "Here we go again." They all stared oddly at Tristan. She shook herself out of her momentary dark mood. "What you all staring at?" Alia shook her head and Lily and Cris followed suit."All right you loon's, let's go see what this year will bring our lot."

"Well she didn't take it too badly. That's always positive." Remus was trying to console James who was currently ranting about the fact that Lily hated him. "Yeah mate, maybe she'll get close to you this year and you two can shag." Remus and James simultaneously hit Sirius on the head. "OWWW. Now what was that for?" Remus just shook his head."I hate to say Sirius has a point but he does, she might grow to like you." Remus and James looked at each other for a second. "Nope." They shook their heads laughing.

"I love seeing the first years sorted, "Cris said enthusiastically. Tristan merely groaned and muttered something about the simple things in life.

"Lily, Lily." Lily jumped back as James Potter started to tap her arm. "Dumbledore wants to see us. She nodded and followed James to Dumbledore's office. They stood in front of the gargoyle statue. Lily tapped her foot impatiently. James just stood there watching her. After a moment, "Potter, have any idea how to get to Dumbledore's office?"

"I thought you'd never ask my Lily flower." He muttered something under his breath. He grabbed her arm and started to pull her along behind him. She yanked her arm free. "I can walk just fine, Potter." He laughed slightly, "You wound me deeply Lily flower." She ground her teeth and let out a frustrated breath"It's Lily. Well, for you it's Evans. Clear Potter?" He mumbled something she decided to take as a yes.

Professor Dumbledore's office was incredible. It was filled with portraits of previous headmaster's and had all sorts of magical devices. She looked in shock to see a phoenix. She leaned forward but James pulled her back. "Best not to play with Fawkes, Evans." She pulled away from him and continued to stare at her surroundings. James watched her with a slight smile playing on his lips. She looked like a child right now. "Are you going to ask why I called you here or are going to continue staring at my office, Ms. Evans?" Professor Dumbledore gave a chuckle as Lily's entire body jolted.

"I'm so sorry Professor, what is you-" She was cut of by Dumbledore.

"There's no need to worry Ms.Evans. Not many students have had the fortune or misfortune, as the case may be, to see my office," He looked pointedly at James and gave another chuckle. "Have a good Summer Ms.Evans?" She nodded slowly. She thought back to Petunia's constant jeers of 'freak' and 'weird child.' She thought back to her sister's fiancé, 'the whale.' "Yes good summer, and you professor?" He smiled. "As good as can be in these times. Your summer, Mr. Potter?" James seemed to snap back to reality. He had been watching Lily intently and had noticed the change in her face when she was asked about her holiday. "Of course, well you know all about it… Professor"

Dumbledore smiled warmly and nodded. "Yes I do. I would like to add that you being head boy means that hopefully your beginning of the year prank will be… Less." James smiled at Dumbledore. "Now as you know being head boy and girl comes with responsibilities. You two are in charge of planning the hogsmeade trips as well as some sort of ball. I also ask that you two try to work closely together. With times as they are and the threat of Voldemort," James flinched at the name, "you will be sharing a common room as well as your dormitories." Lily instantly started shaking her head while James started laughing and began to object. "Really Professor I don't think-"

"Me and Evans? Together… I'm no so sure that's-" They were both shouting at the same time. Dumbledore waved his arm at them and they stopped shouting. "Now Mr. Potter and Ms. Evans, I have given this thought and with things as they are this is to be the arrangement. Now go and unpack. Oh and before I forget your password is Chocolate Cherries. They're a muggle candy I've grown rather fond of." Lily and James glared at each other and left Dumbledore's office. "

"Potter, don't even think that this is going to change anything between us. And don't you even think of coming into my room. EVER." She glowered at him and spat "Chocolate Cherries," vehemently to the portrait next to the Gryffindor portrait. The picture swung open to reveal a cozy common room with a couch in front of the fire and several stuffed chairs in addition to two desks. There were doors on opposite ends leading to what Lily assumed were their rooms. She walked towards the one on the left hand side. She opened the door and let out a gasp.The Room had a wrought iron four-poster bed with French-blue bed linens. The walls were painted a vivid green and there were posters of various wizard bands. There was a bookcase in the corner filled with books. She tentatively took a step towards the bed when she heard a shout.

"Oi Evans, check out my room." She slowly walked towards James' room. It was decorated in reds and gold's with quidditch posters covering the walls. "You're room like this?" She shook her head motioning towards the posters. "My room definitely doesn't look like yours, Potter. But if you mean decorated for me, then yes." She sighed reluctantly. "We have a prefect meeting to get to." He looked puzzled for a moment and then his face cleared. "Ah, prefects." She could see the thoughts buzzing through his head. "No you cannot be cruel to the Slytherin prefects." His face fell slightly but he quickly recovered"Aw Evans, who do you take me for? Sirius?" She rolled her eyes.
"Hurry up Potter."

Tristan glanced over her shoulder. For the time being she was alone in the dorm. The others were in the common room and Lily and James had been summoned to Dumbledore's office. She stretched out across her bed and pressed her face to a pillow. "This is going to be some year." She closed her eyes and jolted upright suddenly.

"Want to tell me why it's going to be some year?" She gazed into Alia's familiar eyes. She let out a breath. "You startled me. Shouldn't creep on me like that."

"You do it all the time. You didn't answer my question. What's going on?" Her last sentence was pleading slightly. "Nothing's happening. I just think that with Lily and James as Head's together and the looming threat of Voldemort that this is going to be an interesting year. Not to mention the fact that the bloody prat, Black will eventually run out of swizzle sticks to date. He'll be in quite a dilemma." She started laughing at the last bit. Alia bit her lip slightly. "Sorry Li, I know that ever since-" Alia cut her off.

"You're right this will be some year. We better get downstairs. I think I can hear Lily yelling at James. The first day and they're already fighting. Definitely not a good sign." Alia and Tristan climbed down the stairs amidst shouts. They found Lily in the common room fuming. She evidently had just come back from the prefects meeting. Cris merely sat grinning.

"He didn't say anything the entire time! He just sat there like a... a... a statue! Then when he finally contributes something all he does is tell a joke and hit on me. I mean if this is what the whole year is going to be like I'll kill him! Ughhhhh." She finished her tirade and looked to Tristan who merely started to laugh.