Where did I leave this? Oh yeah, with Jam Pot asking out Alice. So, on with the story!
James
Lily sits across from me, ocasionally looking up at me and frowning. We're planning the end of year dance for the seventh years. We have to, being head boy and girl. It seems a bit silly to plan it in October. We have months, but McGonagall insisted we start now. I'm not going, anyway. No point if the only person you want to go with hates your guts.
Lily sighs and runs a hand through her beautiful, red hair.
"Do you want to take a break?" I yawn.
"Yes, that's a good idea." A pause. "James?" Did she just call me James?
"Yeah?"
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Lily! I'm hurt! This just my usual charming self!"
"No, seriously."
"I know I haven't been very easy to get along with. Well, I was a jerk. I'm trying to make it up to you."
"Oh. Right. Well, that might take a long time."
"So you're not willing to forgive me? Nice to know where I stand!" I chuckle.
"Depends. I might forgive you, if you do something."
"What?" I eye her, warily. She just grins back.
"You'll see."
So that's how I ended up in the kitchens. I ate one chilli after the other, watching Lily laugh as I set my mouth on fire. There should be a law against chillis. I hate them.
"You didn't actually have to do that, you know."
"How did you know I hate chillis?"
"Remus told me."
"Traitor!"
"You started the whole thing."
"When?"
"You spiked my drink! So I had to play dirty. To be fair, Remus did try not to tell me, but when Rowan threatened to steal his chocolate, he caved."
"Why didn't you use it then?"
"I figured I'd use it when I needed it."
"That's really mean."
"Aw, poor, ickle Jamesie!"
"Pllghh."
I give up. I will not write any more until someone reviews. I am on strike! So pretty please review, so I can write more! Please! Okay bye! I need some coffee.