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"Oh my Lord," James whispered, comprehension breaking like the sun on the wobbling jelly of his brain. "You said my name! I can't believe you!"

And it was true. James was positively floored - he had expected that it would have been him actually calling her by her first name, but... goodness, no! She did it first!

James didn't know whether to be positively shocked or delighted.

He studied her for a moment before quietly saying, "You know my name. Under it all, you actually know what I'm called. This is simply astounding, even for me. Lord, Evans - you know my bloody name and you said it."

His smile was much too hard to control now, and so he let it spread slowly across his features; not the cocky, arrogant, holier-than-thou smile that he normally sported, but an actual smile.

And why?

Because Lily Evans said his name.

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(Aww, dang. Do I delete James' post now?)

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Don't worry, I'll delete mine^^

Lily hid her face in her hands,"You might as well stop calling me Evans and start calling me Lily, then..."

Now, one might expect James to jump at an opportunity such as that, but he did promise he'd be good on this trip.

He frowned slightly at her words, tilting his head ever so slightly to the right. In a surprisingly gentle sort of tone, he replied, "I wouldn't do that unless you actually wanted me to. First name terms is a right, and I'd much rather earn being able to call you by your first name than say it as a trade because you said mine."

He smiled a little.

"You know?"

(Hee, okay, I'm off to bed now; tis past midnight. Ta, dears!)

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Fiona walked briskly through Hogsmeade looking for her friend, her cloak wrapped tightly round her, head bowed to the light drizzle that was now falling.

She lifted her head slightly as she reached Honeydukes, she looked in the window hoping to see Lily Evans, she scanned the crowds and there she was stood talking to James Potter.

Fiona sighed and walked into the shop, the little bell above the door tinkling as she opened it, she strode over to Lily.
"Hey Lily wanna go grab a butterbeer?" Fiona asked her, glaring at Potter.

((is that ok?))

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(Ok, bye!)

Lily sighed. The truth was that she wanted him to call her Lily. "Oh, yeah, of ocurse..." her voice trailed of and she stared down at the ground. "Fiona," Lily said,"Can I talk yo you?" she glanced at James, "Alone."

(*sticks around for one more*)

James noted the tone in her voice with mild confusion. Hesitantly, he reached out to touch his fingers to her chin, wanting to tilt her face up to look at his. Maybe he could, just this once, not be an idiot and do things right.

Maybe he could, just this once, call her Lily.

But just as his hand had hovered uncertainly in the air, Fiona came along and he quickly dropped it to his side, glancing at her with vaguely annoyed eyes.

"Hello."

He looked at Lily a moment and sighed, nodding, and taking the hint.

"Off the Three Broomsticks, then... see you girls later. Maybe. Or something."

He drew the collar up on his coat and brushed quickly past the two and outside, to the street.

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"James?" Lily called, but it was no good. She swore colourfully under her breath and followed Fiona to the three broomsticks.

Fiona nodded glancing across at Potter
"Sure wanna go someplace private?" she asked as Potter said good-bye and left, looking as scruffy as ever.
"What's up Lil?" she asked as they moved out onto the street.

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"James, is the matter Fiona. James, not Potter, James." She covered her face, embarresed.

Fiona's eyes widened.
"Lil are you feeling ok, you've just called Pot-" she caught her friends look
"Fine James' - by his first name, what's wrong with you!" she asked, she then breathed in and let out a oh
"You like him don't ya!" she questioned Lily eargly

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Lily looked up, smiling at her friend,"Why else would I be calling him James?"

Fiona was shocked, she wanted to somthing to knock some sense into her friend, maybe actually knocking some sense into her would help - prehaps, it could work, maybe she should try it, then again she would probally get kicked out of Hogwarts, and she didn't want that to happen.

Instead she tried talking some sense into her friend.
"Lil you hate the guy, as you hate well i dunno who else you hate but you hate him!" she cried, her hair slowly frizzing up in the light drizzle.

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Lily sighed. "maybe you are right...what shall I do?"

Fi raised an eyebrow, folded her arms and stared at her friend.
"I reckon those potion fumes have finally reached your brain, and addeled them honey!" Fiona replied

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