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Disclaimer: Don't own nothing. I don't think I ever will. J.K. Rowling is the genius behind this story. First of all, I don't even have non-Asian heritage.

Lily Evans sat in the Head Dorms, her cheek pressed against the cool surface of the window. She was waiting for her fellow Head, James Potter. At the exact moment she was about to get up and look for him, he appeared.

His shirt was stylishly rumpled and his tie was untied. He smiled when he saw his new found friend, Lily Evans. His face, which was pleasant- looking, glowed when he smiled. His bright, thickly-lashed hazel eyes had a hidden mischief in them. His face, a nice rounded shape was framed with glasses which were secured on his narrow nose. His famous messed up jet black hair, was as messy as ever. His toned, athletic body was straight in his full height of 6'4.

Lily glared at him and was about to scream at him about his lack of punctuality. Friends they may be, but the petite girl had a lack of tolerance for the heinous (in her eyes) crime. He silenced her with a hug which sent shivers down her spine.

"And where have you been, Mr James Potter?" she demanded, doing her best suppress the sparks flying the moment the good-looking boy touched her. She brushed her wild red locks off her heart-shaped face. She bristled when he shrugged at her in differently.

"Quidditch practice?" he asked with a questioning tone. She broke into a grin at this. No matter how annoying he was, with his cute, sweet ways he managed to make her melt.

'Wait, did I just think that. I must've had something." She thought to herself.

'Lily? Are you listening?" James demanded, and with a smirk he recited "Lily Evans, I have worked too hard to get this position and you will not screw this up," he added. This was the same one that she had told him at the beginning of the year on the train.

The meeting progressed without much activity from the two. After an hour the dark haired one of the two glanced at Lily. Sensing an eye on her, she made the mistake of looking up. Electricity passed between the two adolescents. Lily was about to say something when one young Sirius Black burst into the room. His best friend had, against his other Head's wishes, told his 3 best friends the password. She, in turn, had told her best friend the password. He grinned evilly at the sight of the two. Both of whom then jumped out of their reverie.

"Am I-ahem-interrupting something?" he asked suggestively. At the same moment the Heads said a severe No.

" Whatever you say, young people," he countered. Lily and James rolled their eyes. Sirius Black was a gorgeous boy with a lack of subtlety. He had deep, enigmatic gray eyes and black hair like his best friend. But his hair fell on his face with an elegance that James could never manage. He had a wolfish grin that made many swoon. He was long and lanky with a mind many would kill for.

"Stop interrogating them, Padfoot. We all know that they love each other," A werewolf , by the name of Remus Lupin said. He too, was good-looking but not the disarming way his two other friends were. His handsomeness crept up to you and you realized it when you least expected it.

His hair was a brown and there were streaks of gray hair in his hair. This, instead of putting off people, gave him a mysterious aura. His eyes were an intellectual gray. There were unexpected depths to Moony, as his 3 best friends called him. Together, James, Sirius, Remus and another boy named Peter Pettigrew(DIE IDIOT)made up a tight-knit group named the Marauders. Lily Evans, was of course a good friend of Remus Lupin and he had been the one to convince Lily to give his hazel-eyed stag friend a chance.

Lily Evans was not a force to be reckoned with. She had fiery red hair and deep, almond-shaped green eyes. They were what made her attractive. Not that her petite built didn't help, but her yes had a shine to them. A uniqueness.