"Evans" James slurred, rising to his feet rather awkwardly, swaying unsteadily until he found his balance. Lily looked on, waiting for the drunk to speak. Her arms were crossed and she couldn't help the quiet smirk that was firmly in place on his lips.
"Yes, Potter?" she asked finally when it seemed that he had forgotten why he had stood up. He swiveled around, clearly surprised yet still delighted to see her standing there, as though he had just caught sight of her.
"I just wanted to say..." he began, trailing off and running his hand through his hair distractedly. "I just wanted to say..."
"Go on" she encouraged him patiently.
"I just wanted to say that one of these days you'll realize what you've been missing out on and you'll come...you'll come running to me, an- it might just be too late."
The other three marauders fell silent and turned to stare between James and Lily, who's mouth was hanging open, as it was the last thing she had expected him to say. Finally she seemed to collect herself, her sharp tongue eager for a retort.
"You know, Potter, you're cute, but selfish, and narcissistic to the point of near delusion."
"Lily!" Mary called from across the common room where she had managed a pair of armchairs next to the fireplace. Lily gave them all a cheery smile then turned and flounced away to join her friend. James fell back into his chair.
"That was harsh" Remus offered as the four of them watched her walk away.
"Tough luck mate" Sirius said, returning to the game of wizards chess he was winning against a nearly unconscious Peter.
"She thinks I'm cute" James said, grinning around at his friends.