CHAPTER 22

A/N- Sorry for the long wait, but I'm back!

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"Are you sure they are not here?" Lily whispered nervously, her wand in her hand and her eyes flitting around the room, a rather dirty, smelly room.

"Positive," James replied, his eyes flitting across the room as well, "I know for a fact that they are in Hogsmeade, trying to buy Firewhiskey from the Hogs Head."

"OK, what did Selena say? the bed farthest from the door, the one next to the window?"

"Precisely."

Lily marched stiffly to the bed next to the window, and kneeled down in front of the trunk at the foot of the bed, she swung the lid opened and wrinkled her nose in disgust,

"Ewww..." She mumbled, and picked out a single sock that smells like it had been worn several times, then left in the trunk to be fermented.

James looked from the side as Lily rummaged through the trunk, and he backed away to sit on the bed, hands slipping under the pillow. He smiled in glee as he felt the notebook under the pillow, then pulled it out. A loose sheet of parchment has been pulled out and he examined it with interest, he had not had time to finish reading all of the diary yet, due to the large contents and Lily's tiny handwriting,

Potter is the biggest, most arrogant, obnoxious, ignorant, and annoying git I've ever seen. He knows perfectly well that I can't stand him, and yet he has the nerve to ask me out every single day. I can't believe him and his friends, they lose a total of 200 points for Gryffindor the other day! I know what most people say, they are funny and Potter's on the Quidditch team, he will get all the lost points back, but still! All the points I earned for knowing about the potions ingredients are all wasted because of those four git who calls themselves the Marauders. I hate him, I absolutely hate Potter.

"Potter?" Lily had arrived behind James and read over his shoulder with great difficulty, standing on her tiptoes.

James shoved the notebook to her chest, and Lily glanced at the page it's open on, she looked up at James in shock, opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. She bit her lip and ran out, clutching the notebook to her chest.

James sat down on the bed, and grabbed the pillow with the intention to throw it against the wall, but found another piece of loose parchment, this time with only one sentence:

I think I might be falling for Potter.

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