It was a rainy slushy day and the 7th year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were trapped inside a cold damp classroom as Professor Binns prattled on about, well nobody knew what he was on about today, not even Lily Evans who always listened, in every class.

It was just one of those days. Everyone had somewhere they would rather be but everyone was being forced to stay inside on the worlds most boring Friday ever. James tossed Sirius a note.

I'm bored.

You're always bored.

Not during Qudditch.

We are not in Quidditch right now; the faculty is too busy torturing us.

I know that already. But I'm still bored.

Ask Evans out again.

She'll say no. She always does. She hates me.

She's been nice lately. Ask her.


James tossed Lily a note.

Will you go out with me?

Why do you keep asking me this?

I love you.

You're just saying that.

How would you know?

You don't feel that way.

You have no clue how I feel.

But you should cuz I've told you every day.

Since fifth year. But you were a jerk in that year.

Am I a jerk now?

No. You've been sweet.

So will you go out with me?

Pay attention to Binns.

You're not. No one is.

Whatever. Why are you being nice?

You told me to.

Why do you care what I say?

I love you. Will you go out with me?

No comment.




I want to be more.