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"Hey, Evans, wanna play a game? It'll be fun!"
"Potter, using that voice will not make me want to play your stupid game."
"How do you know it's stupid? You haven't even tried it, yet!"
"If you made it up, then I know it's stupid. And don't say yet like you know I'll be playing."
"Come on, Evans, just give it a chance."
"Get out of my way, Potter, I have class."
"You're going to be late for class if you don't try my game."
"I'm going to be late if I do try your stupid game."
"Well, you'll be later if you don't."
"Fine, just hurry."
"Okay, okay. So, here's how it goes: I'll say something like 'Why am I sad?' and you tell me why I'm sad."
"I was right, this is stupid."
"Oh, look at that, the bells about to ring. Better get to class . . . oh, wait."
"I hate you, Potter."
"Great! Okay, why am I sad?"
"I don't know, because you are."
"That's not a real reason, Silly Lily. Put a little imagination into it! Let's try again; why am I sad?"
"Because you just realized how annoying you are."
"That smirk is adorable, but the answer is not right. Now, why am I happy?"
"Because you feel lucky to be talking to a person as fantastic as myself."
"Wow, you're a charmer."
"You're one to talk."
"Fair enough. Why am I impatient?"
"Because you're late for class because some weirdo made you play a stupid game!"
"That's you, not me. Once again, your answer is wrong. I do believe this is the first test you've ever failed, Evans."
"Maybe I'm trying to fail, so I'm actually succeding."
"I don't think so. Why am I so amazing?"
"Because you're dilusional."
"Why am I perfect?"
"Because you're living in a dream world."
"Why am I lucky?"
"Because you're talking to me."
"Why am I such a wonderful person?"
"Because you tell yourself lies everyday."
"Why am I such a good boyfriend?"
"Because you've only dated ditzy girls and they wouldn't tell you the truth if their life depended on it."
"Hey, that's not true! That last one I dated was very nice. We were very serious about each other."
"Oh, yeah, what's her name?"
"Maria? Vanessa? That's not important! We had a bond, ol' Gigi and I did."
"Her name is Emily."
"Emily! Of course, I knew that. I was just, you know, joking around, because I'm funny like that."
"Yeah, ha, ha, Potter. And you wonder why I don't want to date you."
"That's not fair. I've never forgotten your name!"
"Oh, really? Remember that time in Second Year when you called me Lulu."
"That's the day I started to like you, you know."
"Because you forgot my name?"
"No, because you got mad at me because I forgot your name. Other girls didn't care, so you got my attention."
"So you're saying I could have avoided you constantly asking me out and never leaving me alone if I had just let you call me Lulu?"
"James, I lied, my name's Lulu."
"That's very funny, but I know it's Lily."
"Well, it was worth a shot. Oh, there's the bell. I have to go, Potter."
"I'm not done playing my game."
"Fine, one more question."
"Fine, but hurry!"
"Okay, why do I always think about you?"
"Because I wouldn't let you call me Lulu."
"Why am I in love with you?"
"Because . . . oh, I don't know. Because you're not."
"Why don't you believe me when I tell you I'm in love with you?"
". . . Because it's not true."
"Why don't you think it's true?"
"Because . . . Because I have to get to class and you won't let me. Besides, you already had your three questions."
"Will you please go out with me?"
"Sorry, you're all out of questions."
"Can I walk you to class, at least?"
"You'll be late for your own. Sorry, Potter, I'll see you later."
"I can't wait for later, then!"
"You are so full of it."
"And you love me for being full of it."
"And I'm going now."
"See you later."