James was bored. Sirius had fallen asleep and Remus was helping Peter take notes while writing his own. James glanced down at his own notes before wincing. Four lines worth, and class had only started. They had a full hour in Transfigurations. The boy groaned quietly to himself before glancing around the room. His eyes, of course, landed on one Lily Evans.

Notes weren't so boring after all, James decided as he finished off writing something on a spare bit of parchment before tearing it off and folding it. He regard the folded parchment for a moment before throwing it at Lily. He smirked to himself as it landed directly on what he supposed was her notes.

And so it began.

'Evans-
Y'know your hair is red, yeah? I mean REALLY red?'

Rolling her eyes, Lily scribbled down a reply, and tossed it back.

'Potter-
If you don't pay attention, I'll hex your hair into the same color.'

This was war. War of the notes. James had a point to prove, actually.

'Evans-
That's a right crime that is! I mean, have you seen your hair?'

Lily was indignant. There wasn't nothing wrong with her hair.

'Potter-
It would be a big improvement from that stuff you call hair on the top of your head'

'Evans-
Ah, but my hair is just as lively as I am... and doesn't seem to be on fire, like yours."

What was he getting at? Her hair was fine!

'Potter-
Hardly. It looks like a rat's nest in my opinion.'

James gave a muffled cry, which sounded like something of a mix between the sound of a dying cow and a dying a rat. Remus stared at him oddly. Peter blinked. Sirius snored.

'Evans-
Oh! I'm dead. Evans. You've killed me. And my hair -- Are you SURE that no one jinxed your hair when you were little and no one bothered to tell you?'

Lily really wished he were dead. Or at least not able to write.

'Potter-
If you were dead you wouldn't have been able to finish or toss over this note. I really question how you managed to come so far in school.'

James frowned before looking up, wincing as he saw the professor leering between him self and Lily.

'Evans-
You're avoiding the question. I think the professor is leering at your hair. Must be blinded by it, I'm sure.'

She made sure to look up and glare at the boy who was currently smirking at her. Bloody Potter..

'Potter-
I'm not avoiding the question, I simply don't feel the need to defend my hair when it's obvious who has it worse... You.'

'Evans-
I'm hurt. Truly. But your hair. So. Red. Like... Paint!'

Lily stared down at the note before her. Paint. Right.

'Potter-
Like paint? That was the best you could come up with? I'm wasting my precious time.'

It was Sirius. All Sirius. He snored. James swore he said paint in his sleep.

'Dearest Lily-
Blame Sirius. He whimpered out the word in his sleep. Shouldn't you be taking notes and not talking about hair? Tsk tsk. What would our professor say!'

'Mr. Potter-
Would you kindly not blame things on people who aren't conscious to defend themselves. And if I recall, it was YOU who had rudely started all of this.'

He had been bored! Of course he had started all of this.

'Ms. Evans-
It isn't my fault the poor lad talks in his sleep! He is perfectly aware that he does, too. Ah, I merely started this because your hair distracted me from...notes. Yes, distracted me from notes.'

'Mr. Potter-
Distracted you from notes? Don't make me laugh. I highly doubt you of all people would be one to actually take notes. I would've thought you would go straight to Remus.'

'Ms. Evans-
I couldn't help myself! Your hair is shiny. I shall call you She-Who-Has-Shiny-Hair. And yes, I probably will go to Remus for notes. The ones that I missed because of your hair.'

Lily spluttered. Shiny…hair?

'Mr. Potter-
Bou do take quite a fair bit of notice to my hair. Are you sure you aren't infatuated with it instead of this disgust you seem to be letting on? As for Remus- send him my regards, I pity that he has to deal with friends like you.'

'She-Who-Has-Shiny-Hair-
I'm not sure, as you will not allow me within three feet of you. Remus sighs sadly and wonders vaguely why he deals with us. Oh, did I mention that I'll stop all of this if you go out with me?'

He really was going to call her that! Lily glared up at him.

'Potter-
Why on earth would I want someone like you within three feet of me? And once again, send my regards to Remus, I truly feel for him. And to your last statement. Never going to happen.'

James snickered. This was so unfair.

'Evans-
Peter would like to comment that he too thinks your hair is shiny, and prays that you wont hex him.'

'Potter-
Tell Peter that the only person worth hexing would be you, and he needn't worry.'

James had an idea.

'Evans-
You know what they say, you always hurt the ones you love."

'Potter-
I really hope you aren't refering to you being the one I love, because as much as I hate to break your heart, that won't happen. Truthfully sorry, Lily.'

Too bad his idea didn't work. And the professor was leering again.

'She-Who-Has-Shiny-Hair-
Bugger. Professor. THE HAIR. IT SHINES, James.'

'He-Who-Is-Annoying-
I truly question your sanity sometimes. Lily.'

Sirius snorted from beside James, having just leaned over to read the note. "Sanity? Prongs has sanity?" James ignored him. Their professor saw.

'Evans-
Bugger. Professor saw. I'll see you and your red hair at dinner. He-Who-Notices-Shiny-Hair, James.'

'Potter-
Bugger off. Dearest, Lily.'

James quickly pulled himself together, lacing his hands together on of his desk, smiling innocently up at the professor; ignoring the sniggering Sirius beside him. He glanced up at the clock a grinned to himself. Yes, notes he thought, weren't so boring after all.

Lily rolled her eyes. That was a waste of time. She glanced over to the person next to her before groaning. She had just missed two pages worth of notes because of Potter. Notes, oh, how she hated them. She hated James Potter's notes with a certain passion.