Lily let out a sigh of content as she let the warmth of the bath water wash over her. Finally, she was completely at ease. The bathroom was quiet as Lily had turned off the last of the taps and she let her head rest on the side of the bath and closed her eyes. These were the moments she loved, when she felt like for a while she could really get away from the rest of the castle. Her mind and her body were in a state of complete calm. That was until her mind began to wander and suddenly found itself thinking of the growing amount of schoolwork she had yet to do and the meeting she was supposed to have already organised with the prefects. Damn, she had forgotten about the bloody meeting. She would have to seek out Potter to help her get the message around to the prefects about that. No doubt he would agree to do it and then come back to her the day of the meeting with a pathetic excuse as to why he forgot. Lily could always tell when he was lying because he was always flustered when he did it and he would keep running his hand through his hair. Lily used to hate the mess James always made his hair into but lately it hadn't seemed so annoying; on the contrary it actually made him look cute in a dishevelled kind of way… No. Lily was appalled! Had she honestly just call James Potter cute? Why did it seem like she suddenly noticed a lot more about Potter than she used to these days? Why did he seem attractive all of a sudden? She guessed she had always known he was good-looking ….and quite charming….not to mention funn and witty.

So why had she always despised him so much and turned him down every time he asked her out? She had been so intent on never becoming one of those giggling girls he snogged that she had just overruled him as ever being a person she might actually find attractive. But now that she thought about it he had changed a bit. When he wasn't being arrogant alongside his friends he could be good company and he seemed to have matured ever so slightly over the summer. Did she really like him now that she thought about it? Lily knew the answer deep down put tried to push all thoughts of Potter aside. She told herself sternly that even though potter had asked her out again and again he only did it as a joke for he knew the answer was always going to be no. Lily sighed. He didn't really like her. Lily's mind began wandering again and she was completely immersed in her own thoughts when she was suddenly jolted into focus as she heard a whooshing sound. Lily recognised that sound and immediately sank lower into the water. That bloody ghost was here again! Had lily not given her the message that she never wanted to see her again while in the bath the last three times she had snuck up on her like this? Lily could feel her face burning with anger and embarrassment as she turned around,

"MYRTLE" she screeched at the ghost of the girl who haunted the out of order girl's bathroom. She was about to take her anger out and make sure that myrtle never disturbed her again when the look on Myrtle's face caught her by surprise. Moaning Myrtle was smiling! Lily had never seen this in her life as the ghost was always wailing and crying about something or other. Lily's surprise quickly turned into suspicion however as she saw that Myrtle's smile was more of an evil grin and that she was hovering there staring at something that Lily couldn't see.

"Oh don't act as if I haven't seen you here before"

Myrtle spoke to lily in a gleeful voice, still not taking her eyes off what she saw that lily couldn't .

"Besides I'm not the only one watching you"

"Potter seems to be enjoying himself over here"

What had she just said? Lily thought that it was quite an uncanny coincident that Myrtle would mention potter after Lily had been mulling over him for so much time

"Oh quit trying to wind me up Myrtle" Lily said in a voice that was meant to sound sure but which she could hear the suspicion in herself.

Myrtle let out a mirthless laugh and flew like a bullet at the point she had been staring at for the whole time. Lily's eyes followed her up the nearest tap and out of sight. Lily glanced back at the spot where Myrtle had been and let out a scream as she saw a bright red, stricken looking James Potter standing there with a silvery cloak at his feet on the ground.