j ι l y

JAMES

I bid my last goodbye to mum and hop in to the Head Compartment. Yes, the head compartment.

I know what you are thinking. James Potter, Head Boy? He hasn't even been prefect! And apparently, that's what Lily Evans was thinking too.

She ran into here, her face slightly red from the lack of breath and from shock.

"Well, well, Evans" I say, checking my watch "You're ten minutes late. Who would've thought?"

"Shut up, Potter. Why are you here? This is the Head Compartment, you know."

"Well, I'm head boy."

She laughs and shakes her head "No Way."

But I nod and say, mocking her tone, "Yes Way."

"Give me proof, then I will believe you."

"If I show you, will you go out with me?" I ask hopefully.

"In your dreams, Potter."

So I show little ms. i-need-proof some proof. The letter telling that I was head boy, signed by Dumbledore, and my head boy badge. She puts her head in her hands

"Oh, no." She mumbles. "And I have four hours of duty with you twice a week."

"Oh goody!!" I exclaim with childish joy

"What did I do to deserve this?" She groans.

"I don't know," I say. "Perhaps we should discuss the matter on a date?/

"Ha, ha." She says sarcastically. "In your dreams Potter."

Just then the Prefects come piling in. She regains her composure and starts going over the schedule.