Lily. Is. Getting. Married. Yes, Lily Evans. Lily! MARRIED!

And I always thought I'd be the first one to be engaged.

She's seventeen. Seventeen and already to be Mrs. James Potter! This is unbelievable.

First of all, it's scary. We're already that old? Sure, I feel decades old after all I've gone through – but Lily? Lily, the innocent little girl who stays up till two am to finish all her extra credit homework... that same Lily being a bride?

Second, what about me? I know – I'm the most selfish person on earth, but what about me? When will anyone propose to me? When will I get engaged? When will anyone even go out with me just because he likes me not because he wants to go to bed with me? When will anyone even love me?

Now Lily's walking around with her sparkling ring. As it twinkles in the sun, it taunts me, Lily's getting married. You're not. You never will. You're unloved.

I suddenly hate Lily.

She's always gotten better grades than me. But I thought I was ahead of her in the romance department. I guess I'll be her pathetic bridesmaid now.

Will they have children?

If Lily has a daughter, would she name her after me?