LILY'S POINT OF VIEW!

Already, the first week of school is over. I feel like it just flew by! God, I've missed this place. As much as I love Mum and Dad, there's nowhere like Hogwarts.

And, now that school's started back up, I can see Gabriel more often. I'm so glad that we have most of our classes with the Ravenclaws. If we didn't, I would probably go mad. Is it so odd that at the age of thirteen, I am completely and hopelessly in love?

"Lil, what are you writing?" My cousin Hugo asked curiously.

"Nothing!" I replied, stuffing my journal back into my bag.

"That's not your diary, is it?" He grinned.

"No, it's a journal. They're completely different." I informed him.

"Sure, sure. What's so different about them then?" He questioned me.

"A diary is where you write stupid notes about your silly feelings. A journal is where you record facts. Duh." I hopped off the armchair and snatched my book bag off the floor.

"Where are you off to?" Hugo demanded.

"I'm meeting Gabriel at the Quidditch Pitch to play some one-on-one. Have fun with homework." I laughed, smirking at him. If he had been paying attention in Charms instead of shooting things across the room toward an unsuspecting Professor Flitwick, he wouldn't have to do any homework. As it is… he's in trouble, and poor Professor Flitwick is a bit banged up.

I skipped across the common room and out the portrait door. The hallway was empty, so I tore off down the corridor on the right. Just as I was passing a suit of armor, a door opened up ahead.

My cousin Rose came out of the room. I didn't really want to talk to her; she'd been acting moody and sullen lately and I didn't want my good mood to spoil, so I hid behind the armor.

Rose looked different right now though. Her eyes were wide as if in disbelief, and she looked completely stunned by something. Someone else was behind her. I squinted to see his face, hidden by shadow in the dark corridor, and when I recognized him I felt my jaw drop.

I'd guessed that Rose and Scorpius were on speaking terms, but I'd had no idea that they snuck off to see each other in secret, doing who knows what. Rose had told me she was off to the library, to study. I didn't know she'd be studying Scorpius.

Oh my—her lip gloss was smudged; badly. Scorpius had little patches of pink on various places around his mouth. Rose's hair was seriously rumpled too. Bloody hell.

Rose turned away from him with out a word and marched toward the Gryffindor common room.

"Rose…" He started, reaching out to her. She ignored him and kept walking away. He stood there, arm extended toward her, face full of longing, until she rounded the corner. When she was gone, he sighed and looked down at his feet, turning away. "Dammit," he muttered softly, then started walking away.

I was struck by an absolutely brilliant idea just then. I hopped out from behind the armor and began walking next to him. He didn't notice me till I asked him, "Girl problems?"

He jumped, then whirled to face me. "What do you want?" He hissed at me.

"Well, it's just that my darling cousin Rosie has been cranky and moody for quite some time, and I'm just wishing that a certain someone would stop being such a bloody jerk to her and make her happy again." I told him, smirking slyly.

"Make her happy? What the bloody hell are you on about?"

Sigh. "She likes you. Can't you see? You didn't write her all summer, and she's upset. If you'd have seen her, you would regret it. She moped around all the time, and every time I got a letter, she would go into her room and not talk to me for hours."

"So what am I supposed to do about that?" He asked, looking a bit disbelieving.

"You're going to listen to my instructions and win back Rosie's heart." I commanded firmly.

"And what are you going to instruct me on?" He rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to teach you how to be a charming gentleman. And right now, I'm telling you to buy her a box of chocolates that are arranged inside to say 'I'm Sorry.'" I commanded him.

"I don't have to do anything you say, you filthy blood traitor." He mumbled.

"You do know that Rosie is more of a 'blood traitor' than I am. Her mother is a muggle-born. And that doesn't stop you from loving her." I giggled.

"Bullocks," He muttered.

"Well, if you're not going to listen to me, then you and Rose will never be together." I turned on my heel and began to away from him, toward the stairs. I counted silently in my head, and before I reached ten—

"Wait!" He ran up beside me. "What do I have to do?"

"Just do the chocolate thing I told you. We'll work from there. One thing though— get it approved by me before you send it. Okay?"

"Why?" he questioned, thoroughly confused. Men.

"You need no explanation, my young padawan learner. Now go forth, into the world, and do my bidding." I joked, grinning. "Oh, and I'll be down at the Quidditch Pitch till Supper."

"Yes, Master." He replied, mock solemn.

"The boy's learning already!" I exclaimed.

"Wait. So, you're alright with me… liking your cousin? I thought your family hated mine." He confessed uncertainly.

"Well, everyone always says I'm the crazy one." I winked.

He laughed, then turned down a corridor and disappeared from my sight.

I continued on my path through the corridors toward the Grand Staircase, and I'm absolutely positive that if a smile was a light, mine would've been blinding. Finally, I thought to myself, I'm finally going to get my cousin Rosie back.

I made my way down the crowded stairway, across the Great Hall, and out the front doors. Then I walked the familiar path down to the field. Already I could see a lone figure hovering over the goal posts, and just the sight of Gabriel waiting for me made me speed up.

In fact, I was so impatient to be with him that I didn't even manage to get to the broom shed. I could see that the door was open, so I pulled out my wand. "Accio waterbolt*!" I said. I was lucky that my dad like to teach me some more advanced spells. He'd told me that he'd learned "Accio" in his fourth year, which was young.

My broom shot out of the broom shed and straight toward me. I caught it, but just barely. I was a bit more focused on the fact that my entire body seemed to know that Gabriel was close, and I was practically pulling myself toward him. I braced my feet on the ground, but I could feel myself straining against the muscled in my legs.

"Relax," I muttered to myself, but the pulling didn't let up, so I mounted my broom quickly and flew to Gabriel. I didn't steer or urge the broom on in any way. My broom seemed to read my mind on most things, especially when I was thinking of Gabriel. Well, there's magic for you.

* NOTICE: WATERBOLT IS THE LATEST BROOM MODEL SINCE WATER IS THE MOST POWERFUL FORCE ON EARTH.