She spent all of the next day trying to catch his eye.
She wasn't sure what they were supposed to be changing their goblets into in Transfiguration.
She wasn't sure if she made a love potion or a deadly poison in potions.
She couldn't remember seven times seven in Arithmacy.
And most of all, she couldn't remember why she had ever not liked James Potter.
He had the most amazing hazel eyes. And the cutest untidy black hair. And he was always so light and carefree.
And he loved her.
After her train wreck of a class schedule, Lily headed into the Gryffindor common room, ignoring concerned looks and comments from her best friends Alice and Andromeda.
She wasn't sure what she was going to say. She didn't think she could very well go up to him and say that that she was in love with him.
Maybe she should apologize for yelling at him. Yeah, that could be a good idea.
When she got into the common room, she saw James, looking miserable, just as he had in all the classes they had together. He was surrounded by his best friends. James very pointedly didn't look at her. Sirius looked angry. Remus looked disappointed. And Peter looked a little scared.
She couldn't take it. They all looked so upset. She had done this to him. She remembered the last prank she had pulled, on Frank Longbottom. He had laughed so carelessly. She wished he would laugh now. She would give anything for him to laugh now.
Without a word, she walked through the common room and flopped onto her bed, tears streaming from her eyes.