Her coldness toward him was not unpredicted, but he still couldn't help but feel hurt by it. It seemed that this time he would be the one who'd have to fix things, since Lily was being so incredibly irrational about it. Not at all in the mood to deal with another one of her incomprehensible fits, James took his sweet time in the bathroom so that, by the time he was out, she was fully clothed and staring blankly at her journal.

Making a huge effort not to role his eyes (or snatch that book off her hands...was she rereading their conversation?), he sat on the bed and looked at her. "Can we...er- I was hoping we could talk, Lily. You know, once you are done finding more degrading things I've said about you on my journal." He winced at the unnecessary comment and added. "Okay, I'm sorry, can we just talk? Please?"

Because they both knew how much he loved to beg!