History of magic is the most boring, presumptuous piece of dragon dung I had ever had the misfortunate to experience! I was simultaneously doodling on the corner of my parchment, gazing out of the window, trying not to fall asleep and failing to stop Sirius tying the tips of my hair to the back of my chair.

I surreptitiously glanced up at Binns, wondering if he would even notice if I escorted the young mister Black out side for a good thrashing. Probably not but I couldn't take the risk. After all, the council for the society of the O.G.L.A.J.T.A.T.L.E.O.A.G.S.S. was meeting tonight and it was essential to the peace of mind for three people I was there.

The O.G.L.A.J.T.A.T.L.E.O.A.G.S.S. (while having an incredibly lengthy title) did actually correspond with an issue very close to my heart. Very close indeed.

The O.G.L.A.J.T.A.T.L.E.O.A.G.S.S. was actually short for: 'Operation Get Lily And James To Admit They Like Each Other And Go Snog Someplace.' (We were slightly drunk when we came up with the name.) and comprised of Remus, Sirius, Peter, Alice, Frank, Jazz, Max and myself. So basically all the seventh year Gryffindors minus Lils and Jamie boy.

I probably should have just said that in the first place.

I glanced at my watch and winced. We were only ten minutes in. I put my head on my arms and went to sleep.

Fast forward the most boring fifty five minutes of my life.

I was in a towering mood as I stumped back to Gryffindor Tower. The bell had woken me from my slumber and I had completely forgotten that my hair was lashed to the back of the chair. I had fought it for almost ten minutes (earning myself the loss of ten points from Gryffindor house because Bloody Binns apparently isn't quite so dopey when it comes to swearing in mermish) when I remembered that I was a witch and therefore could do magic.

One quick releasing charm later I'd found myself falling down two flights of stairs after they decided to take an unexpected trip to the third floor and made me drop all the heavy transfiguration books I'd been carrying around since first lesson this morning. A passing Slytherin had yelled 'Nice arse Beanpole!' and made a rude gesture as I sprinted for the Great Hall, scarlet with embarrassment.

And when I'd finally collapsed, gasping, into vacant sear there hadn't been any veggie curry left and I'd had to sit through Peter and Max's curry food fight while James Potter scoffed steak pie on my other side with the speed of a Muggle JCB.

When we'd finally decided to head for the tower I'd got to the Sixth Floor and realised I'd left the text books I'd been lugging around all day in the Great Hall and had to double back only to run into Peeves who had set my skirt on fire.

I'd stuffed some bogie flavoured Bertie Botts up his nose and tried to take a short cut back to the Common Room the short cut had decided to lead to the dungeons that day. There I'd been ambushed by a gang on Slytherins who had turned my hair green.

And to top it all off when I'd finally tumbled back to the safety of Gryffindor Tower and collapsed in a chair by the fire my boyfriend had not been sympathetic.

"Why didn't you just jinx them?" He demanded as Alice began the torturously slow process of de colouring my hair. (Lily and James having already departed for their rounds.)

"Because it was Runcorn and Avery and I don't care what you say I have no wish to end up with a pumpkin for a head."

He looked disgusted. "Where's your Gryffindor courage? What are you made of?"

I snorted, "I'm made of flesh and blood and I want to stay that way."

Lizzie, perhaps sensing an argument brewing, cleared her throat timidly and said: "I would like to call to order the Twelfth meeting for the Society for Operation Get Lily And James To Admit They Like Each Other And Go Snog Someplace, for short O.G.L.A.J.T.A.T.L.E.O.A.G.S.S. to order."

"We seriously need a new name. I mean, come on! What's short about O.G...L.A...t? Erm K. Whatever it is. I can't even remember it half the time!"

"Eloquent as always Jazz, " Remus smiled, "But true in essence. Why don't we call it Operation Potter Family because that's what we really want isn't it?"

Max pouted slight, "But the Society for Operation Get Lily And James To Admit They Like Each Other And Go Snog Someplace sounds so...so..."

"Stupid?" Supplied Sirius.

I hit him on the head.

"I was going to say serious and mystic but stupid fits just as well."

Remus cleared his throat. "So it's official. Operation renamed Operation P.F. Notion passed by majority vote."

"But we didn't vote."

"Details details." He waved an airy hand. "Besides we've wasted enough time on the name. We need ideas!"

"The other thing wrong with the first name was that James already knew that he was totally in love with Lily Flower so really we should have called it something like Wooing The Fair Maiden Lily Flower Into Submission And..." Sirius trailed off under the glare Remus was sending him. "Right, Ideas!"

These ideas ranged from simple, (lock them in a broom cupboard without their wands for four hours and hope no-one explodes anything) to full scale kidnap (Drugging Lily and stealing a thestral from the Forbidden Forest so James could don armour from one of the suits littered around the castle and 'Rescue his fair maiden from the clutches of the Evil Mr Giant Squid.)

"I HAVE IT! Eureka! Isn't that Muggles say nowadays? Why don't we pretend that someone who's close to Lily is desperately injured so in her grief and terror she turns to Prongs for help and guidance but falls in love with him instead. Then whoever is pretending to be desperately ill can make a full recovery and everything will be hunky dory!"

"Once again your brain power manages to astound me Jazz." Sirius said dryly. "But it could work…."

"But who would pretend to be sick?" I asked, "They'd have to be very convincing."

Eight heads turned towards me.

"Oh NO! NO WAY!"

"But you'd be so good at it!"

"No I wouldn't."

"Yes you would."

"No I wouldn't"

"Yes you would."

This continued for around fifteen minutes until I finally blew my head, tipped my half drunk cup of coffee over Peter's head and stalked out of the common room. Unfortunately Sirius decided to follow me.

"Running away?" He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled into me neck.

"No," I gasped, "Strategically retreating until they give up the idea."

He kisses my forehead, then gave me a longer smooch on the lips.

"You want what's best for Lily don't you?"

"Course, but not this way."

He kissed the tip of my nose, "You owe me big time too don't forget. Even if you don't want to do it for your best friend do it for me?"

"Fine, " I muttered sulkily, but then he kissed me again which was far more enjoyable.

And for both our sakes Lily I hope you end up with James.

Cos otherwise my so called friends are going to kill me.