Dream
"Lily, just face the facts. You're absolutely crazy about me!"
Lily put her hands on her hips. "In your dreams, James Potter!"
"No, in your dreams!" As he said this, his hair began billowing in the wind, like a muggle fashion show.
"What's going on?"
He began cat walking towards her, hair still billowing freely around his face. "I said: In. Your. Dreams."
Lily knew that somewhere deep down, something was off. Why else would James Potter, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, be glowing as if the heavens had opened upon him, flipping his hair like a high fashion model all the while?
The situation became even more bizarre when she spied Severus Snape waddling and quacking like a duck in full scuba gear.
"James, I don't know what's going on..."
"Oh you know just what's going on here, Lily Evans."
As Lily woke up in a cold sweat, she realized one thing:
"I fancy James Potter."