That morning was quite unusual for James, for he had already been awake, sitting comfortably in his sleeping shorts within his four poster, hidden behind the curtains and writing out some ridiculously sappy and very un-James-like prose with a certain redhead's face in mind. Valentine's Day was creeping up all too soon and even if Lily didn't intend to acknowledge his efforts, he would preemptively show her, as always, that he was thinking about her.
When he heard the slight movements and noises of a trunk being opened, he popped his head out from within his curtains, calling out lightly, "Oi, is that you, Padf —" But when he blearily saw who it was, he shifted his tone to a questioning one. "Er, Moony, what're you doing up so early? Had a bad dream?"