"Oye James! I need a favor!" Sirius said as soon as he found James.

James looked up from his seated position upon the floor in the Astronomy Tower. "What do you want?" He asked.

"Post this for me, will you?" Sirius held up an envelope.

James was instantly suspicious. "Why can't you post it yourself?"

"Because I can't."

"Who's it to?"

Sirius sighed. "Can't tell you."

"Can't or won't?"

"Won't."

"What happened to the whole no secrets bit we had going on?"

"It went kaput?"

"Come on, Padfoot. Be serious."

"Oh but I am Sirius."

"Lame joke."

Sirius bowed his head. "I know."

"Who's the letter to, Paddy?"

"No one."

"You're just going to post a letter to no one?" James raised an eyebrow at him.

"No, you are going to post a letter to no one." Sirius replied.

"No, I'm not. I refuse to send any letters unless I know who they're to."

"Nosy prat."

"Is it to a girl?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Is everything always about girls?"

"Nice try at changing the subject and throwing me off the scent, Padfoot. It's to a girl. Now what girl is it to?" James knit his eyebrows thoughtfully. "It's not Mary Macdonald 'cos you'd just talk to her. And Nati's dating that bloke from Ravenclaw. Marlene you'd talk to too. And it could be a letter to Lily, pretending to be me and apologizing for upsetting her and setting things right but you're not nearly clever enough to do that, no offense. So who's it to, Padfoot?"

"Fine. I'll tell you if you promise not to make a big deal out of it." Sirius plopped down beside James and told him whom the letter was to be posted to.

"Bloody hell!" James exclaimed when he found out. "You are clever! Who'd have thought? Of course I'll post it for you."

Sirius grinned. "I am clever, Prongsie. I'm the King of Clever. You should do it too."

"Do you think it'd work?"

"Maybe. No harm in trying, is there?"

"Suppose not."

"Go write."

"Nah. I'm not stealing your idea. Gimme your letter, you twat. I'll go post it now."

"Thanks mate," Sirius said gratefully.

James gave him one last grin before snatching the envelope from Sirius and running to the Owlery.

"Should I talk to him?" Lily asked, leaning against the headboard of her four-poster bed. She looked around at her fellow roommates. Kyna McMillian was leafing through a book of charms while Neala was busy studying herself in the mirror, determined to put Lily to shame the next time James saw the two together. Mary was writing to her youngest sister, filling her letter with descriptions. And Marlene sat upon her bed, looking at Lily with rapt attention. Her notes, which she had been studying, lay abandoned beside her.

"I think you should," Mary replied, looking up from her letter. "He's probably daft with worry."

Neala shook her head. "I think you shouldn't, Lily. It would only make things worse."

"Everyone knows you fancy him, Neala. Stop trying to sabotage their relationship," Marlene snapped, looking up from her letter. "It just makes you seem childish."

"I was giving my opinion, Marlene. She did ask for them." Neala retorted.

"As if you were doing it to help her."

"How do you know I wasn't?"

Marlene snorted. "Everyone knows you fancy the Quidditch boxers off of him."

"How do you know he wears Quidditch boxers?" Mary asked with interest. "That's a very particular fact."

"I was assuming he did, Mary. I don't know if he does or not." Marlene replied slowly before turning back to Neala. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"Like you're a sodding saint, Marlene McKinnon! Everyone knows how much you fancy Remus Lupin!" Neala said, glaring at her.

"You've been left in the dark, Neala. I don't fancy Remus Lupin anymore, though I did. And even if I did, if one of my friends was practically dating him and obviously in love with him, I'd never go against them. Haven't you ever heard of hos before bros?" Marlene shot back.

"Practically dating? Obviously in love?" Lily echoed Marlene's previous statements. "Excuse me but as the friend in this situation, I didn't know either of those facts and I don't think they're true."

Marlene rolled her eyes. "You don't think they're true because you're too bloody blind to realize that you, quite like Neala, fancy the boxers off of James."

"Aren't they Quidditch anymore?" Lily joked, attempting to light up the atmosphere.

"Alright Lily, whatever. You fancy the bloody Quidditch boxers off of James Potter." Marlene shrugged. "Linguistics."

"Marlene darling, I think you're a bit mistaken. I don't fancy the boxers, even if they're Quidditch, off of anyone, let alone James Potter." Lily said softly.

Marlene sighed loudly. "Yes, you do. You're in love with him, Evans. Get it through that thick skull of yours. Go over to him, apologize for jumping to the wrong conclusions, and snog him silly."

"Hm… I think I'll do the first two. Definitely not the last one, though." Lily pondered for a moment. "How do I go about apologizing?"

"Well Lily, an apology usually begins with 'I'm sorry for' and ends with 'please forgive me'. It's really not that hard." Marlene said, rolling her eyes.

"You're in a right mood," Lily replied.

"I'd better quit while I'm ahead," Marlene smiled at her. "I'll be nice again after a bit."

"Good," Lily muttered. "And now I'm off to find James Potter and his Quidditch boxers.

Hallo.

I'm sure you're wondering who this is, she read, but I can't really tell you that. I'd normally tell you but I'm pretty sure my reputation precedes me on this one. I'm sorry for being aloof and mysterious but who knows? Maybe it'll be useful and alluring.

So I'm sitting in the Astronomy Tower, writing you. The sun's setting over the lake and it looks pretty neat. The sun's casting out these bright red rays out onto the lake and it clashes with the blue but it doesn't clash in an awful, sordid looking way. It clashes in an opposites-attract way. That's what I'm hoping for, by the way, that we, as opposites, will attract.

Of course, I'm completely attracted to you. Wait. That's a bit forward, isn't it? I'll put it this way: I think I'm attracted to you, even though we've only had one conversation. That doesn't narrow it down, by the way, because I'm sure you've met plenty of people who nurse secret crushes upon you. You're just that pretty of a girl. Rather, that beautiful of a woman.

You really are beautiful, by the way. Your hair, your eyes, everything about you is perfect. But there I go, waxing poetically before I even know if you care about me. Of course, I won't know if you really care about me until you meet me after all these letters. If you meet me.

Don't judge me for anonymity. Even though the castle's a pretty big place, I'm pretty sure I registered at least once upon your radar. I hope. Man, you really know how to make a guy feel unimportant, love. I honestly haven't got a clue if you even know I exist. That's a pretty strange feeling for someone like me.

Okay, I'm done writing this to you. If I go on, I'll probably give away who I am and that won't do because I'm rather fond of this whole anonymous thing. I'm even going to make up a secret name for myself.

Love,

Prince Snagglypuffers

She laughed at her admirer's name. Her roommates stared at her, eyes wide with shock at the sight of her laughing.

"What?" She asked sullenly.

"Nothing," they replied, surprised. Of course they were not nearly as surprised as she was.

Author's Note: Oof, all the reviews have made me QUITE happy!

To those who asked, IB is short for "International Baccalaureate", which is the program I'm in. Basically it means that I'll be able to study internationally and earn some college credits. It's technically a two-year program with an optional four-year one before. It's my final year of it (having taken all six years) and I've got a load of work left to do.

Besides IB I've also got tennis and SATs and college applications and scholarship applications so updates are fairly spontaneous. I am keeping with my two chapters an update promise, though!

Thank you for all the reviews!