Disclaimer: I, JadeGreen14, do solemnly swear that I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's things, seeing as they belong to her. Now stop pointing those guns at me! I also don't own You've Got Mail.

Plot: This is based on You've got Mail, a story where two cyberspace buddies (boy and girl, of course) fall in love, even when they don't know each other's names. But in real life, they are actually total enemies who can't even stand each other at all. I put some stuff right out of the movie into this, but other stuff I just added. I hope you like it.

I told you I'd update in June...and ended up updating on the very last day.


Irish—

I was in Hogsmeade once and I tried to pull a prank on some unsuspecting people. It was funny to see the way they reacted. I had meant to put an Ice Charm in front of them so they'd slip around and fall, but instead I accidentally (considering me and my atrocious Charms) put the Ice charm on a poor boy. A girl was holding his hand when all of the sudden she screamed out, "your hands are just like ICE!" and then looked at him. He was totally frozen solid and I had to immediately perform a Charm that produced heat (thank goodness this one worked) to melt the ice. I was lucky that those people never noticed that I did it.

Stag

Stag—

Once I tried to teach one of my friends how to ride a bike, and in return she would teach me how to ride a broom. I was lucky I learned fast when riding the broom, but unfortunately, she couldn't learn to ride the bike. The child was incapable of moving her legs. She got on the bike and waited for it to move (or perhaps fly away) and ended up falling over. With about 2 hours of patience (I'm quite lucky that I'm pretty patient) and a lot of teaching, she managed to go for a ride around the block and didn't even crash into anything…until when she got back to my house and crashed into my tree. I nearly died laughing and my parents were so proud of her that they were too busy congratulating her to even notice that she was bleeding on the knee.

Irish

Irish—

I think I may be just like your friend. I can't ride a bike worth nuts and if I tried now, I would probably fall over and knock out my two front teeth. However, it's a good thing that you can ride a broom, because another thing we have in common is brooms. I love flying on my broom. It can really help me relax and think better, and even solve big problems I've encountered in my life. What helps you relax? What is your secret escape? Is it literal? Is it figurative? Is it like mine?

Stag

Stag—

Now that you mention it, I think I've found a new escape for myself. But, I won't tell you where it is. Only that I love it, and I'm always going to go there whenever I can. It's a wonderful place. I can even just hold my breath all week, and then when I get there, I let it all out, and holding my breath will have been worth it. I won't tell you where this place is, however. One hint: you could search for hours and never find it. It might even be under your very nose, and then again, it could be hours away. But I love it.

Irish

Irish—

I once was at my great aunt's funeral (always used to ask me if I wanted a butterbeer) and I found a paperclip to entertain me and my short attention span... I was about 8 at the time, so it was before I went to Hogwarts. I also had a pen at the time and so I stuck the paperclip into that little tube that held the ink. (My mum didn't trust me with quills and ink.) I was trying to straighten it out, but when I took out the paperclip, not only was it still crooked, but it had this big glob of ink on it. I didn't think there was that much ink on it, so I wiped it off with my hand. Big mistake. It got all over my hand, so I tried to get it off by using my other hand. Again, big mistake. Now I had ink on both hands, and so what do I do to cope with this situation? Why, I hit myself on the forehead! And ended up getting ink on my forehead too. So, eventually, by the end of the funeral, I had ink all over my clothes. Mum, to my amusement, was not pleased in the slightest, but Dad was laughing so hard that they let me off. It was something to brighten the mood after a depressing day of funerals.

Stag

Stag—

That made my day! I was laughing so hysterically that I had to leave lunch early to laugh. I remember once I was sitting around in some club meeting (this was when I was about 10) with a bunch of my friends and we were writing down reasons why boys should be put to death. I couldn't think of any reasons because I never had anything against boys (except this one boy who teased me a lot and made me cry) and so I spent it sucking on my pen. Unfortunately, the ink was very…"suckable" and a lot of it ended up in my mouth. It was disgusting and took about 10 minutes to wash out.

Irish

Irish—

You know what? I really appreciate all your letters because it's been pretty tough at school right now. I haven't been getting along with some people lately and not even a ride out on my broom can solve anything. It's just that I can't stand this one person and we can never get along. We fight all the time. The other day we were fighting and cursed each other the whole time. I'm kind of sick of it. Should I just avoid this person as much as possible? Change of subject… I was at Hogsmeade this weekend and the only thing I bought was this ale. I don't know why. And then some of my friends decide to get French Bread…would that be too random to you?

Stag

Stag—

The odd thing about this form of communication is that you're more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.

Irish

Irish—

Oy! I just discovered a passage out of the school. Rather fascinating. Me and my friends went out of it and wandered around for a bit. Luckily, we got back before anybody fell asleep. But it was really neat. It was big and dark and (a bit) scary.

By the way, that advice worked really well. Even though I can't stand this person, at least we're not hexing each other every five seconds.

Stag

Stag—

Once me and some of my "groupies" snuck out of bed to go to the kitchens and ended up getting lost. We were probably the luckiest people alive, because we didn't run into Filch or his cat, and Peeves was being nice. I think it's because he got drunk off of something.

Same for me and my "mutual enemy." It's working out very nicely.

Irish

Irish—

I can't stand Peeves, or Mrs. Norris or Filch. Do not ever mention those slime to me again. Or else. Only joking, really. But those…creatures don't really tickle my fancy. I wouldn't exactly fancy a cup of tea with them any day, out of fear that Peeves would spew tea all over me, and Mrs. Norris would snub it anyways, and Filch would most likely give me a detention for trying to poison him. I would never poison anybody, but it's a nice thought.

Stag

Dear Irish—

I can't believe it's already November. The last few months have been going by in a fast and cold November breeze. I can't wait till the end of term, however. I think it'll be wicked when I finally get a break from all this pressure on my shoulders.

I think I found a good beans recipe.

239 beans

Stag

Stag—

Hey, thanks for the recipe! I was wandering around in Hogsmeade the other day, when to my surprise, I saw a butterfly. It was floating around, and I assumed it was going into "To Top it Off" to buy a hat, which would be a mistake, as all hats would be, considering if you're a butterfly.

Irish

Irish—

What's your favorite color?

Stag

Stag—

Green. What's yours?

Irish

Irish—

Orange. What's your favorite number?

Stag

Stag—

What is this, an interrogation? I refuse to answer! Only joking, my favorite number is 7. And yours?

Irish

Irish—

382. Don't ask why.

Stag

Stag—

Why?

Irish

Irish—

I told you, don't ask why! Merlin! Just joking. Do you think that we should meet?

Stag

James hesitated a minute, then sealed the letter and sent it off.

When Lily received it and read it, she was stunned slightly. "Meet? Whoa…" she put the letter away and sat there, stunned.


A/N: I didn't exactly rewrite this. Instead, I deleted a bunch because length doesn't matter, only plot. Now that sounded weird...I sounded all...wise...and philosophical.

Note: I am leaving the entire month of July, and I fear I won't have much time to write chapter 6 at all. I am so sorry! I really won't have any time at all.

Other things I wanted to talk about was some of the stories and "happenings" in this chapter. Bailey's story on her learning how to ride a bike was actually my own experience on learning how. I learned how to ride, went around the block, didn't know how to stop, crashed, my family congratulating me even though I was in pain and had a very bad bloody knee, but it was worth it. I love riding my bike.

Well, I'll probably be having them meet in a chapter soon. I think maybe...chapter 7? Not 6, there's just gonna be more fighting but Lily will ask Stag if he still wants to meet. Thanks for reading!

smell you later!

Jade