Chapter 1

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Stupid prat, Lily thought indignantly, recalling her last conversation with James. Not a conversation, even. Just

two people throwing words at each other. She doubted that James Potter had ever been on her good side, starting from

when he told her to act like a chicken to get onto the platform, and she doubted he ever would be. But this time… She

wasn't sure that she'd ever forget it… Implying that she was going out with Snape, that was too much.

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"Why was Lily seething about you in the Common Room?" Sirius asked.

"No reason. I just commented on how much time she spends with Severus ever since they were paired for the Charms assignment," James replied.

"Hmm. She seemed to think that you were implying that she was going out with the slimeball."

"I might've," James admitted.

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"Miss Evans? Is something troubling you?" McGonagall asked.

"No, professor," Lily answered.

"Alright… if you say so. Please inform Mr. Potter of the rehearsal for the Spring Ball tomorrow. Report to the Great Hall during your potions lesson."

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"Potter! Evans! You were supposed to conjure a white swan, not a bleached duck!"

"Sorry, Professor," they both mumbled.

"Insolent students! Wonder how you ever became prefects," Professor Donohov said, directing his speech to the two of his least favorite Gryffindors.

"That's enough, Donohov," Professor McGonagall said curtly. "Will all prefects please follow me to the Great Hall at this time?"

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"Wow," Lily breathed.

The Great Hall was beautifully decorated. From the ceiling, there were doves flying up near the ceiling in a circle, a small flower in their beaks. Sunlight was streaming in, providing for a natural spotlight. Fragrant flowers were hanging on the walls. It was all perfect. Perfect until McGonagall said the words that they had all dreaded.

"Dance."