A/N: I am so incredibly sorry it's actually taken me this long. And I could ramble off a big long apology complete with reasons and excuses … but I've made you all wait two months to read this, so I shan't put it off any longer than I have to.

BUT. I must say this:
This is not the final chapter.

I thought it would be, I really wanted it to end at 15 (I have this strange thing against things ending at weird numbers, like 17, or 9 or something, don't ask me why…) but it's just too hard to pack everything into this one chapter, it just won't fit. And… you'll see. You'll just… see.

This is it.

The moment we've all been waiting for.

(When I say "we," I mean it in a there's-really-only-one-person-that's-waiting-for-this-moment-but-admiting-that-would-make-it-sound-way-less-important way.)

I open the door and casually start walking down the staircase to meet James for our date.

Wait.

Casually.

And I wasn't even trying to be casual. I just… was.

Oh. No.

It can't be.

My nosiness has peaked.

I'm not nosy anymore!

NO.

Nosiness can't peak. HA! That's impossible. Almost laughable, even! (Actually, it is laughable, considering that I just said "HA!" about five seconds ago. Though that was a sarcastic "HA," which I suppose doesn't even count---)

Nosiness can't peak! It can't. It won't. That would completely ruin EVERYTHING. Then I would have forced James to tell me his secret that he didn't even want to tell me and it would have been pointless because I don't even care anymore!

No. It hasn't peaked. And, even if it did, I'd still be interested in finding out a secret! This is Lily Evans! I love secrets!

Except. I don't really seem to be wondering, or caring, much about this one.

Oh, crap.

NOSINESS CAN'T PEAK!

Where's Andra! I need Andra!

Turning quickly around from the spot where I had halted on the stairs, I sprint (a bad decision, considering my SKIRT is now riding up my BUTT, but at least this is the girls' staircase, and not like, uhmm, the tarantula's staircase?) back up to my dorm to find Andra looking at her magazine, who is not even noticing the fact that my skirt is hitched up somewhere around my upper thigh, I'm completely out of breath, and my perfectly de-frizzed hair is now all over the place.

"Andra!" I say, panting.

"Yes?" asked Andra, still looking at her magazine.

"Can… can…"

(this is going to sound so stupid)

"Can what?" says Andra, still looking at her blasted magazine.

"CAN NOSINESS PEAK!" I blurt out suddenly. Ah. Feels so good to get that off my chest.

Andra lets out a tremendously loud "HA!", and bends over in peals of laughter.

"What?" I say indignantly. I'm having some sort of mid-teen crisis here, and she's decided that this is her moment to start laughing like a mad scientist!

Shaking with laughter, Andra weakly points to her magazine, a copy of The Quibbler, which is now lying face down on the floor.

"Why are you reading The Quibbler? Everyone knows that's total rubbish," I ask, irritated.

Andra responds by laughing even harder. Wow, her face is red.

Reluctantly, I pick up the magazine and look at the page that Andra's been reading.

"When Nosiness Peaks," by Alfredo Finnegan.

"Seems like The Quibbler's finally printed out a worthwhile article," I mutter, skimming through the article.

Andra, who's stopped laughing, wipes tears from her eyes with an exasperated "Lily!"

"What?" I say absentmindedly, still looking at the article.

"You're being ridiculous! You're nosiness can't peak! This is just some rubbish article The Quibbler's printed! Think about it, Lily. Are you really not interested in what James's secret is?"

Well… I don't really… SECRET.

"There's that maniacal eye glint I know and love," says Andra. "Now go find out that secret!" she says, sounding like some crazy type of motivating sports team coach, completing her insanity with a violent air punch.

"You're right!" I say, pulling my skirt down to its proper length, and heading out the door.

"Lily, you're late for your date!" I hear Sirius Black calling up the stairs. Goodness, he's strange.

Bounding down the last few steps in a rather Lily-wants-to-know-a-secret-like fashion, I head over to James and Sirius, where Sirius is saying, "Told you I could think of a rhyme in ten seconds."

James is looking over at me with his eyes sparkling. He doesn't look like he's dreading telling me his secret.

"You look beautiful," he says, smiling and offering me his hand. "Shall we go?"

I nod happily (he's gonna tell me the secret!), and with an odd sort of skip, I walk with him out of the portrait hole.

"Where're we going?" I ask him excitedly.

"Oh, I thought we'd catch a moon-me," he says in a casual yet slightly unsure voice.

Excuse me? A—a moon what?

Seeing me confused look, James says more confidently, "You know, a moon-me. Those things muggles watch with the famous people in it. Remus told me about them."

OH!

"A movie?" I ask, laughing.

"Same difference," James mutters, blushing slightly.

"Oh, James," I smile.

Waaaaaaaait.

A movie! What about the secret! What about the thing I gained my nosiness back for! WHAT ABOUT THE MAP!

Casting a side-long glance at me, James smiles mysteriously, saying, "You'll see."

'I'll see'? What does that mean? I'll see what? A butterfly? A chicken? A baboon? A flying pig?

"This way," says James, leading me up to the Barnabas the Barmy tapestry, which, by the way, looks slightly familiar, though I don't know why.

A toothpick? A record player? WHAT WILL I SEE!

"Why do we keep doubling back?" I ask James, as we pass the tapestry for the third time.

James looks at me and laughs, and heads for the door that's just appeared in the wall.

OH!

I remember this place! With the moon! And the sun! And Pubert!

James opens the door, and I lean forward, excited to see the solar system again.

But instead, what I see is a huge room, with many red squishy seats, all facing towards one of the biggest screens I've ever seen.

We're at the moon-mes! I mean. Movies.

"This is incredible!" I say excitedly. "I haven't been to the movies since I was six! I went with Mum, Dad, and Petunia, and we had to drive an entire hour to get to the nearest theatre, and you know how impatient I get with things that take a long time, and just imagine stuck in a car with your prat sister for an entire hour, it's quite awful, I may mention, I don't recommend you do it anytime soon, and then we got there, and bought our tickets from this completely foul old lady, and walked past all these rooms in the dark, and we went into this huge one, and I remember that there were so many people, so we had to go up onto the balcony, and then I leaned over during a gross part and threw up all over this lady with a funny--"

"Uhm, Lily?" asks James, holding back a laugh. "Let's go in, shall we? I'd love to here about your moon-me --- movie --- stories, but we probably should get in before someone comes along and sees us."

"Right," I say, stepping inside. I wonder what we're doing here, anyway.

James leads me towards the seats next to the projector. We sit down, and he pulls out a blanket. I smile, remembering how cold I got the last time I went to the movies.

"All right, Lily," James says, smiling. "This probably isn't going to make much sense at first—but just trust me. If you want to know about – about everything, then this is the first step. Seeing. And… you'll get it in the end. Just trust me."

I smile back at him, to reassure him that I do, indeed, know what he's talking about (though, to be truthful, I haven't got a clue).

Smiling back at me, James points his wand at the screen, and the show begins.

A/N: I had the hardest time deciding where to end this chapter and begin the next (which, by the way, I have started, haha). The next chapter should be the last, unless I somehow manage to make things so weird that another is necessary, but that's unlikely, so yeah, the next one's the last.

EPILOGUE. I've decided thaaaaaat, if I get enough reviews for this chapter and the last, I shall post an epilogue. I've already got it all planned out, it'd be a shame not to post it…

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