Dear Leila,

Though I love hearing about your incredible Quidditch prowess I would much rather hear about your life. Yes I know it's important to you but darling how on earth do you expect to get a boy when you're all sweaty and disgusting.

That's one more thing I wanted to ask you. Do you have a boyfriend yet? I know NEWTs are important but really darling you can't just ignore your social life because you need to study. It's ridiculous. Look at Laurie. She took her OWLs last year and still managed to have a boyfriend [I snorted Laurie had barely managed to scrape five OWLs]. I really do think you need to get out more. Why even Lily has a lovely beau and we all know how much she studies.

All I want for you my darling is some stability, which you know only a man can bring. I married your father straight out of Hogwarts and it was the best decision I have ever made. You don't have to worry about good test scores if you have the security of a man.

Remember that Leila and do tell your sister to write. She's so scatterbrained.

Love

Mum

Dear Leels, [Okay so my dad was allowed to call me Leels too]

I read through your mum's letter and please I beg of you, ignore everything it says. You don't know how glad I am that you are concentrating on your studies and are not obsessed with boys. And if you ever bring anything that even resembles Laurie's boyfriend home I will kill you. And then kill him.

I'm so glad you made the Quidditch team again. I played Chaser too you know. Anyway things have been going pretty okay over here. Your mum bought a flying pig even though we really can't afford it. She said it was a must have. I still am not a hundred percent sure what we're going to do with it but apparently it's all the rage. Tell Laurie that I really can't give her anymore money. But if she wants a flying pig I'll send one over the minute I can figure out how.

Anyway it was good to hear from you and please write more. I miss you when you aren't here.

Love

Dad

I chucked Mum's letter the minute I could but I held onto Dad's. Mum and Dad got married really young and I'm not a sure if it was the best idea. It's not like they didn't love each other it just felt like Dad was sort of contemptuous of most of what Mum did.

Laurie was born a year after me, and Morgan was born a year after her. I think Dad wanted a boy to play Quidditch with and have all those guy conversations with but they couldn't. They just had three girls. I was a lot closer to Dad than I was to Mum. Dad was a cynic, like me. And we were usually on the same page. I played Quidditch, which was another thing that Dad and me could talk about.

Lily opened her letters too. 'Hey Petunia sent me one,' she said happily.

Lily's relationship with her sister was rocky at best, so she rarely wrote.

'Oh she just wants to know where I put her straightener,' Lily said glumly.

'It's okay Lils,' I said. 'I'll be your sister. I like you much more than my real ones anyway.'

'Thanks Leels,' she said. She looked so sad I didn't even get annoyed at her use of my stupid nickname.

'Oi Leila,' Laurie yelled bounding up to me. 'I need money.'

'Well I don't have any to give you,' I said snappily.

'Here,' Lily said, thrusting a couple of galleons into Laurie's outstretched hand.

'Thanks Lily,' Laurie said and ran off.

'I'll pay you back,' I said.

'Relax,' she said grinning. 'I like your sister. She's entertaining.'

'I suppose you could call her that,' I muttered. Honestly Lily liked my sisters more than I did. She even got on with Morgan, who bored the hell out of most people. Morgan was your typical Ravenclaw, all work no play.

'Hi Lily,' James said sinking into the seat next to her.

'Hello,' Lily said. She didn't exactly sound thrilled but she wasn't hexing him either. That boy was definitely growing up. A couple of years ago he would've immediately hit on her, been hit in the face by a spell in return and retreat like a wounded puppy. Well a puppy who had the memory of a goldfish because he would just try again in about an hour.

'So um… did you like the party last night?' James asked. I think he was sort of surprised that he hadn't been hit by a curse yet.

'Surprisingly yes,' she said giving him a shy sort of smile.

'Of course you did,' Black said loudly taking the seat next to James. 'It was a Marauders party wasn't it?'

'I am well aware of that Black,' Lily said, her voice suddenly becoming cold. 'I have to go now. Coming Leila?'

As we walked away I heard James complaining loudly. 'Really Pads? It took her six years to come near me.'

'I didn't do anything mate,' Black said, defending himself.

'I really don't like him,' Lily said angrily, when we were far away. 'He's so full of himself.'

I just hugged her. 'I really don't care about what he said yesterday. I promise. I'm fine.'

'He's just so annoying,' she huffed.

'Hello Lily,' a smooth well-bred voice said from behind us. I stifled a groan.

Cara Lee was one of the most stuck-up, snobbish people I had ever met. When we were about fourteen Charlie nicknamed her and her equally stuck-up friends the Graces. All purebloods and all in Ravenclaw.

Cara was the head Grace. She was a white-blonde with a patrician nose and a scarily pale complexion. Her two henchwomen were Amber Hurst and Anne DeBourgh. Amber was a tall athletic redhead who talked too much. She could be nice sometimes but only when Cara wasn't in the vicinity. The last member of the trio was Anne DeBourgh. Anne was a quiet washed out sort of person with mousy brown hair and a defeated expression. In terms of blood status she was way higher up the scale than either Cara or Amber but she pretty much did whatever Cara told her to.

Cara and Amber were also childhood friends of James so the rest of the school sort of tolerated them for his sake. I think Anne DeBourgh was betrothed to Black, well before he ran away from home and went to live at the Potters.

'Hey Cara,' Lily said unenthusiastically.

'We noticed you dancing with a certain someone a rather lot yesterday,' Amber said suggestively.

'It really isn't any of your business who I dance with,' Lily said firmly.

'Well when that someone's James it is,' Cara said matching her tone. 'We care a about him and don't really want to see him get hurt. Especially not by someone like you.'

'You lot need to get lives,' I scoffed. 'The weird threatening thing doesn't really work.'

'We aren't threatening anyone,' Cara snapped. 'It's just a warning.'

'Oh go snog Black and leave us alone,' I snapped back. It was a widely known fact that what Cara wanted most in the world was Sirius Black.

She reddened immediately. 'We have no time for such childish taunts,' she said, trying to sound dismissive but sounding thoroughly annoyed instead.

I smiled at her sweetly and left. Lily was desperately trying to hold in her laughter.

'She's such a horrendous bitch,' I said.

'And really we were just dancing. What does she think's going to happen? I'm going to jump his bones? Because I've shown so much interest in doing that before,' Lily said.

So I had never told her this but I had secretly always thought that Lily and James were perfect for each other. They had similar opinions on a bunch of things. Well except for Snape. I never exactly got why Lily insisted on being friends with that slimy git. I mean it was so obvious by the fifth year that he knew more about the Dark Arts than our DADA professor. But then there was that whole incident-that-must-never-be-referred-to-ever and they stopped talking. I could tell she missed him though. As disgusting as he was, Lily really did love him. Well not in the way Snape wanted her to love him but she still did. Now Snape hung out with the disgusting scum of the world and Lily never spoke of him.

"Let's get to History of Magic," she said.

I groaned. "Why are we taking this again?" I asked.

"Because you want to do Magical Law and I like the subject," she said.

a/n: I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry I actually suck so much. I know it's been like a year since I updated this but I'm just trying to get back into the swing of writing and I suck I really do. But the good thing about this is that this story will be done really quick. As in not like hurriedly written but I'll definitely update often. Infinite kisses to everyone who stuck around to read it.