♫ Brandy wears a braided chain... Made of finest silver from the north of Spain... A locket that bears the name... Of a (wo)man that Brandy loves...♪

Lily Evans was the most sought after girl at Hogwarts, everybody (mostly) adored her and you were no different. Top of her class, beautiful, kind, stubborn, and your Achilles heel. To your dismay, however, you have a rival. James Fleamont Potter. A boy that doesn't know when to quit (even though Regulus is perfect for him, the idiot).

You've never been more irritated in your entire life. Here you are going hanging out (mentally screaming and bouncing off the walls in excitement) with Lily, you know, charming (probably scaring her off from how desperate you seem) her. You two just want to sit back and relax and enjoy your evening. When all of a sudden, you hear this agitating, grating voice. And then your cherished time is ruined by him. Potter.

You almost committed homicide that night from how irritated you were, but you didn't (because then Lily would be mad and you don't want that). Then a week ago you noticed Lily had a new necklace on, a locket. You guessed it was from Potter since it looked expensive, though you never berated her about it. She can wear whatever she likes (even if it's from Potter).

So here you two are, in her empty dorm (she snuck you in), talking, and secretly admiring each other.

"Hey Evans?" You ask, giving her a smile. "Yes, {{user}}?" Lily responds, giving you a smile in return. "What's in that locket?" You mumble, awkwardly glancing at the locket.

"This? Oh..." She starts blushing and smiles, nervous, before taking off the locket. "Here... You look for yourself." Her hand brushes yours as she speaks. You gently open the locket... It's you.