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September
James Potter's eyes flickered open, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to see a thing. His room was pitch black, but unfortunately for him it wasn't soundproof.
"What are you going on about, Evans?"
A noise of digust echoed across from the other room. It was their first night as Head Boy and Girl, respectively. (It was important to make that distinction, seeing as how Sirius had already tried twice to charm James's badge into its more feminine counterpart.) And now both were trying to get to sleep, a little uneasy with the new arrangements that had been made for them.
It was a rare thing for both the Head students to be from the same house, so the situation warranted a creative approach to how to divide the very circular top floor of the Gryffindor tower. It finally ended up with a decent size common room (complete with two desks, bookcases, a couch, and a fireplace) and two bedrooms that were connected by a shared bathroom. The same staircases that led other students to their dormitories joined into one set of steps that led right into their common room. It was a hike, but both Lily and James agreed that it was worth it.
When Lily didn't respond any further, James spoke up again. "Evans? What's wrong?"
Sighing first, Lily replied, "It's this damn bed..." James heard her bed creak and the sheets rustle. "It's the single most uncomfortable..." Her voice trailed off as she used some choice words for what she thought of the large four-poster. James couldn't help but to laugh.
"Can't you just, I dunno, charm it or something?"
"Hex it, more like... but I don't think they'd be all too pleased with me if I set the bed on fire."
James pondered that for a moment. She was probably right. Shame... could have been an interesting way to kick off their seventh year, he thought to himself.
There was silence for a few more seconds until once more, Lily moved about her bed, setting off another staccato of ancient-sounding creaks.
James grinned. He knew all too well but Lily's reaction would be, but he couldn't resist: "You can always come share my bed, Evans, it's quite comfor-"
Before he could finish, Lily had picked up her wand and sent a spare pillow whizzing across the space. It was nearly invisible in the dark, and just as James yelled out in protest, rubbing his nose, she slammed the door to their bathroom shut, and yelled, "Keep dreaming, Potter!"
