Lily Evans was walking towards the Gyrffindor tower after Charms when she heard a familiar, yet dreaded voice.
"Hey Evans! wait up!" He yelled and she stopped, then turned around to face a mature and good-looking, bespectacled boy known as James Potter, a trouble-maker to the bone and a real annoying, arrogant git...
Well, maybe not. After all, in the last two weeks he was pretty well behaved, except for the start of term prank he and his awful friends played every year.
"What Potter?" She asked huffily.
"You forgot your diary. I thought you might-"
"You didn't look through it with your little friends, did you?" She demanded and he stammered for a moment.
"Well, it was me exactly, it was Sirius to be honest," he said carefully and she went bright red before re-composing herself.
"How much did he tell you?" She asked, wanting to die from humiliation.
"A lot. He especially focused on how much you think I am an 'arrogant, pathetic, annoying, immature little git who gets a kick out of asking you out and humiliating you to the bone'," he said casually, looking a little hurt.
"Oh. Look, I am sorry that it's just..." She stumbled with her words.
"What? Considering I have just had to endure an hours' worth of diary entries read to me by Sirius I really don't give a damn, so fire away," He said heatedly.
"You are so...