What seventeen-year-old girl in the history of the world could get ready to see their certainly-not-boyfriend in the middle of the night in ten bloody minutes? Merlin's beard what a wanker. As anyone might she went into a bit of a nervous, fluttered rush, fixing her hair and finding her shoes before a massive sweater was pulled over her head and left to hang to the middle of her thighs.

Lily slipped out of the private room she had been awarded as Head Girl and tiptoed down to the Common Room, her arms crossing tightly over her chest.

"Sirius," she whispered at his back, quickly walking towards him with a thoughtful frown on her face. Lily was fairly certain she was being an idiot again.