Lily managed to pull herself away from her comfortable, sinky bed with extreme effort. It was like lying on a cloud. She hoped it wouldn't get her in trouble over the course of the term; Lily hated missing class unless it was absolutely necessary.
Gathering the book that Dumbledore had given her about being Head Girl, along with the copies of the prefect's schedules that she'd had everyone draw up on the train, Lily made to go downstairs. As she was walking towards the door, she passed her mirror, and paused.
Might as well make sure I'm presentable, she thought. For...propriety's sake. Oh bugger. I completely fancy him. She ran her fingers once through her loose hair before deciding that it was completely pointless to waste time preening herself for James Potter.
Boys never notice the effort that girls put into their appearances anyway, she mused as she headed down to the common room.