I'm sorry for the big break between chapters, but they'll be coming slower now that school's back in session. I'll try to get at least one more out by Christmas, but no guarantees.
Dear Lily,
I'm afraid that you might be a bit, er, cross with me. You see, it's your birthday, and I, erm, got a bit carried away with giving you your present. I decided that I would leave your "secret admirer" gift in your bedroom and then your regular present (a necklace) to you in person; however, when I went up to your dorm, I managed to somehow get there right as you were stepping out of the shower… I do swear to you, though, that it was completely unintentional, although I don't exactly regret seeing you in that fluffy blue towel… But, erm, I digress. I apologize. Regardless, I have detention for a month, starting tomorrow. Should be smashing good fun.
Needless to say, I left the necklace with you instead.
The frame, on the other hand, was mailed with one of the school owls – you know, the great brown barn owls? I thought it'd be a bit obvious if I used my own, he's a bit…flashy. Later that night, I got a letter back. You loved it. Yes, that's correct. You used the word 'love' in correlation to something that I gave you. And so I sent you another letter in response to yours. I think that we ended up talking like that until about two in the morning, at which point you realized that you weren't going to get enough sleep and ended the conversation, but not before agreeing to meet me in the very last compartment of the Hogwarts Express when we leave Hogwarts in June. You wanted to meet before the holidays, but I need more time than that. I don't think you'll quite stop hating me by then.
I hear you met with Dumbledore yesterday; I wonder what that was about? Of course, I doubt you'll ever tell me, but maybe after reading this you will. I'll probably still be curious when you get these. I think that I'm going to try to get a meeting with Dumbledore. He seems like a pretty cool bat. Of course, meeting with him is probably something drastic. Maybe you're giving up your duties as Head Girl because of me…but you wouldn't do that. You like your prestige too much for my presence to bother you that much. Your grades can't be slipping, either, you're perfect prefect Lily Evans.
Maybe you're pregnant.
…Godric. That was a joke. Siriously. Haha, get it, siriusly? Like Sirius? Sorry, that's not mature, is it? And, for the record, I don't think you're pregnant. You're too good of a girl to do that, and besides, this morning, you certainly did not look pregnant.
And, while you're about ready to beat the bloody pulp out of me most likely, I'm going to stop this letter and let you go on to the next one, which I'm sure will have no mention of such immature topics.
Siriusly yours,
—James