Dear soon-to-be-damp-with-tears-of-shame parchment,

Well. I'm writing this letter a little early. Turns out I couldn't make it to the next detention without getting into another fight with Potter. I could feel McGonagall's disappointment rolling off of her when she caught me. I feel so bad. I really wanted the Head Girl position, but now I'm worried there's no possibility of me getting it, and it's not even Potter's fault, Potter is an arrogant, immature bully, it's my fault for continuing to rise to his taunts!

I don't know what to do, because I couldn't stop myself this time! I was out on a date with Richard Davies (who is the dreamiest dreamboat to ever dream, even Alice and Emma agree, and they have very different tastes in boys) when, predictably, Potter showed up. I mean, yeah, we went to the Hog's Head, which is where pretty much everyone goes, but still, he didn't have to sit in the booth next to ours! I guess next time we'll have to go to that new place, the Three Broomsticks or whatever it's called.

Anyways, I was trying to concentrate on what Richard was saying, I really was, but you should've hear the nonsense Potter was spouting to that Ravenclaw Willow Brown. It drowned out all of Rich's (yes, I can call him Rich, we're to that point) lovely compliments completely. Oh, yes, Willow should wear her hair like that more often, ugh, he's wanted to ask her out for a while, yuck, she's the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts!

At that last one, I snorted, making both Rich and the prick jump. "Oh, no, not you." I said to Rich. "Go on."

Of course, Potter wasn't having any of that. "Do you have a problem, Evans?" he asked, turning around.

"I don't, Potter." I said. "But I really think Willow should, considering you just told me the other day I was the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts. I'm not jealous, but I think she should know her date is lying to her."

"So you think you're the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts." said Willow, raising an eyebrow.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant, but it's a just a line. He doesn't mean that or anything else he says."

Willow just frowned at me. "I think I can be the judge of that. I can take care of myself, thank you."

Potter turned back around to face her with a dreadful smirk on his face. "Don't worry, she's just-"

"I'm not jealous!" I banged my fist on the table in front of me, loud enough for the room to quiet for an instant. Whoops.

"Wasn't going to say that, Evans." said Potter, turning around again. Willow rolled her eyes. "I was going to say 'a bint'. But now that you mention it, yeah, I think you sound pretty jealous-"

I turned away from him so quickly I think I may have given myself whiplash. I didn't want to go any further with that conversation, not when I was supposed to be enjoying a date with the dreamiest dreamboat who ever dreamed. "I'm sorry." I said to Rich. "I'm sure you and the whole school know how much I HATE James Potter."

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine." said Rich.

"Hit a nerve there, did I, Evans?" said Potter. I smiled at Rich, resisting the urge to stab the fathead's eye out with a fork.

"Do you want me to switch places with you?" Rich asked. Isn't he so sweet?

"Yes, please." I said. "Or, no, no, don't get up, I'll come and sit beside you." I accompanied this with my best Evans sultry smile, and Rich grinned.

"Oh, look how eager she is to prove she's not jealous, Willow." Potter said. "Don't you love that you're going out with a wanted man?"

I heard Willow growl something in response as I sat down next to Rich. I hoped she was ditching Potter, that would just be too perfect.

"Hello." I said.

"Hello." Rich said, and leaned in. "Good to know I'm about to snog the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts."

"And a wanted woman, too." I said, and he kissed me.

Side note, but it was...all right. He's a little sloppy with his tongue. Never neglect the tongue, I"ve always said. Really, who would've thought that Rich Davies, dreamiest dreamboat to ever dream, wouldn't be a top-notch kisser?

"Hey, Evans, will you go out with me?" Potter said, obviously trying to distract us. Without breaking apart from Rich's lips, I groped around the table, found a bread plate, and tossed it in Potter's direction.

It didn't hit Potter, or Willow, in case you're worried- she'd already gotten up to leave. Instead, the bread plate flew right over Potter's booth, into the middle of the teacher's table, where, I'm told, i made a pretty spectacular splash in Professor Flitwick's alfalfa soup.

McGonagall was up on her feet at once and the room was silent."Who threw that?" she said as I pushed Rich away.

No one responded, not even Potter, surprisingly, but McGonagall looked in the direction it had come from, and it must had been pretty easy to deduce what had happened from my guilty expression, and the way Potter looked between the teachers and me. "Evans." McGonagall said. "Detention. My office. Thursday."

And thus ended my date with the dreamiest dreamboat to ever dream, and my chances at being Head Girl. And however much I might want to to blame it on Potter...it was my fault. I started the argument, and I got violent, as usual. Seems I might be just as bad as he is. I probably wouldn't have made a very good Head Girl.

! News news news. McGonagall read that last part over my shoulder (I'm glad it was that part and not any of the other letters) and she said she was glad to see I was showing responsibility and humility about this, and because of that, I still have a chance! I'm so excited! I could be Head Girl! I could be Head Girl! She said that if I do a special assignment for her next detention (I don't care if it's shagging Avery Mulciber, I'll do it) and have no fights with Potter for the rest of the year, I'll still be among their top choices! Oh Merlin! I need to go tell Alice and Emma!

I hope neither of them wanted the job, although they aren't prefects. I'd feel bad if they wanted it, too.

Yours most joyfully,

Lily Evans

P.S. Yes!