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What Are You Doing In My Bed?
A horrible nightmare, she thought, closing her eye immediately against the cheerful yellow glare of the sun and groaning out loud. Lily Evans was waking up to the worst hangover she could have ever imagined.
Though James couldn't remember how Lily Evans could possibly have gotten herself into bed with him, no matter how much firewhiskey had been involved, some flashing images of memory were starting to flow back to him ...
Old Friends And New
"I could hex him," he said, a little too eagerly.
Shoddy Flying and A Knack for Potions
Lily took a deep breath. "I suppose ... we need to, erm. Talk."
Stupidity Takes Its Toll
"You've got no respect, Potter, none at all, and no shame! And you say you care abou - "
Lily remained frozen where she was. She had to remain absolutely still in order to keep fighting the mental battle to keep her mind completely blank. So far she was winning the battle. But her quill, clenched still in her hand, was steadily boring a hole through her parchment and was getting started on the table.
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