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'Oh, Evaaans?' James asked, looking evilly excited.

'What do you want?'

'Aw, c'mon, cheer up, it's the CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS! What're you doing, anyway?'

I looked down at my Christmas List. I was still totally confused about what to give everyone. I love Christmas shopping but it's a pain thinking about what to give. I should've figured this out months ago.

'Evans? EVANS?'

'Uh, what?'

'I asked you what you're doing. Geez, what's up with you?'

I glared at him, 'Actually I'm trying to think of what to give everyone. Why'd you come here anyway?'

'Right, I wanted to ask you what your favorite colour is.'

'My favorite…colour?'

'Uh huh'

'Why?'

'Oh, never mind that.'

'Pink.'

'Pink? You're such a girl.'

'Glad you noticed.'

'I also wanted to ask you why're you being so nice to me.'

What could I say? The truth? Oh, your best friend is a blackmailing douche bag and he stole my bloody diary and if I'm not nice to you he'll post it in our newspaper and everyone will know about my undying love for your other best friend.

Yeah, I could totally say that. Instead I said. 'Don't get used to it.'

'It's a bit too late for that.'

'Whatever.'

We just sat there in silence. I think I'll give most of my friends muggle stuff. They might just like it. But where do I get it from?

I took my money and got up. I sighed, time to go.

'Mind if I join you?' James asked hopefully.

I shrugged and we left.

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Two weeks ago if anyone told me I'll be going to Hogsmead with James Potter I'll probably laugh. Now, I'm the one who's willingly going Christmas shopping with him. He might be able to help me buy a gift for Remus, just y'know to let him know I'm so over him. Because I am. Really.

'Did you know there's a muggle shop over here?' he asked.

'Seriously?'

'Yeah. Well, not in Hogsmead but close by.'

'How do we get there?'

'We apparate.'

'Have you lost it? I haven't even given the Exam.'

'So? I know how to. You can just accompany me.'

'If you break a single body part I will personally make sure you don't come back alive.' I warned.

'Sure.'

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'So this is how you get all your stuff.'

'All my Muggle stuff, you mean.'

James and I were standing in a department store in London. I can't believe he managed the side-along apparation. I actually came out alive! Wow, miracles really do happen.

'I'll meet you here in half an hour.' I said.

'Sure, see you.' His grin faltered but he was quick at covering up.

After roaming around I came to the conclusion that this place is huge. And by huge I mean huge. I had bought around a thousand chocolates and dozens of reindeer cookies which I'm gonna give everyone along with their gifts. Luckily, I've already picked out presents for my entire family including Tuny. I was thinking I'll get some crystallized pineapples for Professor Slughorn. I'll buy them from Hogsmeade. Now, for my roommates, I just picked up earrings and bracelets and stuff like that.

Now comes my main problem- James Potter. I'd been told by Sirius that I'm supposed to give him something...too ridiculous to mention. Fine, I'll tell you, SOAP. He wants me to give him personalized soap. Now, how the hell am I supposed to get soap with 'Think of me when you're dirty' written on it. WHERE?

And come on, 'Think of me when you're dirty'? Can you get any cheesier? Or more disgusting? But the good thing is that James Potter himself, is cheesy and disgusting he'll probably think it's cute. Not that I want him to think it's cute. I want him to think I'm crazy so he'll break up with me and I'll resume my normal life. Wait a minute. I've got an idea. Let me buy a normal bar of soap and magically engrave the stupid thing on it.

Now for Remus. I don't care I'll probably pick up the first thing I see. Y'know since I don't care. I turn my head and my eyes fall on this umbrella. Hmm, umbrella. Too protective, I mean, he'll be walking in the rain holding my umbrella, which will make sure he doesn't get pneumonia or something. Maybe I should get him an umbrella with holes in it. I continued searching, Hmm, what would convey to him that I'm over him.

Hat- Naaah, too 1950's. I mean, who wears hats.

Clothes- He's not a house elf.

Toothbrush- I WANT HIM TO GET CAVITIES.

Shoes- Perfect. It'll convey my message perfectly- ' Next time you hurt me I'm gonna kick your ass.' And y'know ass-kicking is done wearing shoes. Unless you prefer doing it barefoot.

I happily pick up these beautiful pink ballet shoes with bows on them. I do hope he likes them. I mean, they are his size. Not that I know his size. I totally don't know. I'm not such a stalker. Now, Sirius. I grinned. I'd thought of this ages ago. I'm gonna give him a Santa Poo Poo toy. Y'know the Santa's who poop out candy. That is so Sirius Black. I pay my bills and make my way to meet Potter. He comes holding at least a dozen paper bags. I look down at the four bags I'm holding gingerly and feel like a terrible person. Anyway, time to go back. Yay.

Authors note-

Omg, I'm SOO sorry. I haven't updated in like, 4 months. Oops? :L I've had a serious case of writers block. And exams. And homework. And guitar practice.

Oh, and thank you so much for all your reviews. You guys really are the best. :D This chapter is basically a filler. I figured I should develop the story a little. I swear, I WILL update earlier.