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Lily Evans had been working in the UCL news department since she first came to university, and two years later, she was one of the lead anchors on the cable access news program that ran from six to seven three evenings a week.

She had first joined because her best friend Mary had decided at the time, that she really wanted to be a news anchor. But then Mary decided that maybe she wanted to be a zoologist and got a job at the local zoo. Lily decided to stay at the news station.

Over the last two years, she'd found that she very much enjoyed being in front of and behind the camera. And working for the station was a very low risk way to get experience. She heard from one of the professors who worked in the department, that there were only about twelve people who regularly watched their news program. And Lily could guess which twelve professors remembered to tune in every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

"And that's been the news," Her co-host said with a brilliantly dazzling smile. She'd always thought it was a bit much.

"We do have one more announcement to make however," Lily said with a practiced lilt to her voice. Mary made fun of what she called Lily's 'television voice.' But Lily knew that everyone who had ever been put in front of a camera had a different way of talking than when they were off screen. Mary included.

"Yes, this is actually going to be my last broadcast," His name was Amos and Lily had never really liked him, though she could appreciate that he had a certain presence about him. And that's why he'd been picked up by a public news station that reached more than twelve people. "Starting Monday morning, you can find me working as a junior anchor over at Good Morning London." She could hear how proud of himself he was, and she tried to remember that people were allowed to be proud of themselves, that he should be proud of himself. He hadn't even graduated yet and he was a junior anchor on a highly rated show. Just because he was a dick didn't mean that he couldn't be proud of his success.

"We'll miss you around here, Amos."

"Of course you will," He said, which wasn't what they had scripted, but Lily kept smiling. "I'm the best thing about this show." Lily's brows shot up a bit and then Amos laughed. "Only joking, it's been a pleasure."

"Thank you," She said a bit more tersely. "Wishing you all a good evening, I'm Lily Evans."

"And I'm Amos Diggory." And then the red light went off and Lily pushed herself away from the desk.

"There was no need to be a git, Diggory."

"What does it matter, only twelve people saw it." He shrugged his shoulders in a way that made Lily want to throttle him and then started walking away. Lily wasn't the only one that knew their show didn't have a wide audience of course. It was a running joke among most of the members of the crew. But even if there were less than twenty people (out of the thirty thousand that went to school at UCL) Lily still wanted to make sure that it went over perfectly. Or as close to perfectly as she could get it.

She pulled her hair up into a loose plait and started towards her 'dressing room' of sorts. It was actually just a closest that had all the jackets and blazers that the people who were going on air wore, but when she'd become an anchor and started staying later most nights to work on different pieces for the show, the space had just sort of become hers. Not officially of course, but Amos had always found it annoying that she had a designated space and he didn't. He picked his backpack up off the couch that was behind the camera and left without saying much to anyone.

Lily sat down at her desk and pulled out a notebook, making a few notes that she could remember from the show, and then headed towards the breakroom to get a coffee before she sat down with Marlene McKinnon and Emmett Dackery to re-watch the show. It was Friday, and most people were going out, but that's what Saturdays were for in her mind. Friday nights were spent working on and perfecting their show.

"It was a great run," Marlene said, pulling her glasses down from her almost insanely bushy hair and pushing them up the bridge of her nose. She picked up a coffee mug and filled it for herself as Lily did the same. "Apart from Amos being terrible that is, but this was the last time. He's someone else' problem now."

"I could probably catch up with him before he reaches his car and give his new viewers something to look at for Monday." Emmett offered, though it was all in jest. Emmett was well over six feet tall, with a very large stature, but the only time he ever hurt anyone was when he was playing rugby.

"Oh please do it," Marlene sighed as she started walking down the corridor. Lily and Emmett followed. "I can't stand him and his pompous attitude. He drives me nuts."

"He's a ponce." Lily agreed, albite with a bit more vulgarity. "But he's gone now, like you said."

"He is gone now. Which means that we're going to have to go through our last round of auditions on Sunday." Emmett reminded them all. Amos had left earlier than he'd told them he would, so they were in a rush to find a replacement now.

"You couldn't allow me a moment of reprieve?" Lily asked, sighing as she thought about the audition process to come. It would be long and tedious, and they would probably have to settle on someone that wasn't all that great just so that Lily wouldn't have to do the show by herself.

"There is no reprieve when we only have one anchor." Marlene pointed out.

"He was supposed to be here next week." Lily muttered, pushing open a door at the end of the corridor and taking a seat in front of the computer. Their station wasn't all that well funded, but they made do with what they had rather splendidly. Two cameras, one new computer, three older ones, a greenscreen (that had once been a world map, but Lily and Marlene had painted over it) and a few other odds and ends.

"I know, but now this was his last show and we're going to have to find his replacement sooner." Marlene ran a hand through her hair and then pulled up a wheelie chair next to Lily. Emmett did the same and the three of them proceeded to watch through their show, make notes of ways to improve and talk about their potential new anchor for their Monday show.

"You could just do it on your own until we find someone who fits." Emmett suggested.

Lily shook her head, "I don't think Professor Flitwick would like that. The point of the show is to give people an opportunity to try and if we waited for perfection he might intervene." Normally their professor was a hands-off kind of guy and Lily liked it that way. "Though you know, you could always be my co-anchor." She grinned, leaning closer to him and giving him her best 'oh-please-would-you' smile.

Emmett shook his head and laughed. "You know that I can only be here during Friday and Monday's shows. You need someone who can be here for all three shows." Lily sighed and looked over at Marlene, though she'd be beating a dead horse if she asked again.

"Don't look at me." Marlene said in leu of answering the unasked question and Lily sighed.

"Alright, so you two are useless and I have no co-host."

"There are people coming in on Sunday."

"I know I know, but that's the day before the first show we do in a post-Amos world." She sighed, running a hand through her hair and pulling out her ponytail, only to put it back up again. "And I'd like a bit more time to prepare-" Just then there was a loud cheering that came from the main room down the hall.

"You think they put on the football game?" Marlene asked Emmett, since Lily had no interest in any of the school sports.

"They usually do." He nodded, leaning back in his chair to try and hear what was going on.

"Five more minutes of footage and then I'll release you." Lily assured him with a smile.

"Five more minutes. You can have ten if you'd like." He smirked, and Lily shook her head.

"Just five will do," She jotted down another note, her page now entirely full of things to go over on their Sunday meeting. "I really am dreading Sunday."

"I know," Marlene said. "But I'll bring you one of those donuts you like from that café by the river-"

"And I'll be here." Emmett winked, causing both girls to chuckled. He was a nice bloke, always flirting and causing a laugh.

"Well with donuts and Emmett, I should be able to get through anything." Lily nodded, ex-ing out of the program now that they'd finished watching everything except Amos being a dick. Lily didn't need to see that again.

"POTTER! POTTER! POTTER!" Came a cheer from down the hall and Emmett jumped to his feet.

"I love you both, but I have to go and see what's happening." He raced off and Lily and Marlene waved him off.

"You know, I think we should revamp the website." Lily mused, adding another note to her paper.

"You suggest doing that at least once a month. You'll have to get in touch with the school newspaper again and I don't know if they'll appreciate being told that you think the color scheme is wrong again."

"Well I don't much like it." She shrugged. "We'll get it there though." She grinned. "Do you have plans for tonight?" Marlene nodded.

"I do actually. Benjy and Bertram invited me to go to this 'Art in the Dark' thing over in Hyde Park. Apparently, everyone's going to get high and draw with chalk all over the pavement." She shrugged.

Lily laughed and nodded, "Sounds like something Mary would be into."

"How is she anyway, I haven't seen her in a while."

"She's good," Lily shrugged. "Busy. She's pre-med now. I think this one will stick."

"Oh." Marlene put a hand over her heart. "Our little flower child is growing up."

"You're the flower child, Mary is more the wild child."

"And what does that make you?" Marlene asked, standing up and reaching for her bag that she'd ditched in the corner of the room before the show started.

Lily pursed her lips and shrugged one of her shoulders. "I am and always have been the mum friend." She said. "Don't forget to drink water after you get drunk tonight and text me when you get home."

Marlene chuckled and leaned over to kiss Lily's cheek. "Will do love. You're not just going home are you? Because you can come with me if you want."

"Oh no, I have plans."

"Library plans?" She asked, raising a brow.

"No, actual plans." Lily said, though she remained vague since she didn't actually have plans. Marlene accepted that Lily was not going to tell her whatever her plans are and left with a smile and promised to see her on Sunday. Lily took her time packing up, making sure that everything is in its proper place or turned off before locking up the 'production room' and heading back to the main stage. They used an old projector to watch the game on the wall where the green screen normally was. Every Friday they watched the games, and every Friday, Lily left before they were over.

She used to like football. It had been something she'd played as a kid and in secondary school and she'd gone to too many games to count with her dad. Now that he was no longer here to share in the excitement with her… well she had other things to focus on.

She waved to a few people on her way out and then started towards the train station. She didn't have a car, and didn't care to have one. She didn't think there was much use of a car while living in London. Especially as a student, when the furthest place she would have to go on a daily basis was normally within walking distance of her flat.

She felt her phone buzz in her pocket as she reached the train station. She pulled it out and saw that she had four texts from Mary.

Mary: Don't hate me.

Mary: Our fish is dead.

Mary: Also, we're out of milk.

Mary: Also, also, I invited a few people over to watch the game.

There was about an hour in between the last three. Lily was a notoriously terrible texter. She couldn't even blame it on the fact that she'd just been doing a show, because she could have been doing anything and the thought to check her phone just wouldn't have dawned on her. Her phone was mainly used to call her mum and to make sure her drunk friends made it home alright.

Lily re-read Mary's texts as she sat down on the train and narrowed her brow.

Lily: We don't have a fish?

Lily: Also you're lactose intolerant?

Mary: Okay well I found a dead fish in our flat. And my girlfriend is not and drank it all because she's a twat

Lily: Well that raises some questions. And You really do know how to pick 'em

Mary: Are you sure we didn't have a fish? And you can't be mean. Em is great

Lily: Positive. Ask your girlfriend about it.

Lily: I can be mean. It's what I do best.

Mary: Lies. Completely lies.

Lily: Home in five

oOoOoOo

Lily found herself crammed onto her sofa between Emmeline Vance (Mary's twat girlfriend who actually wasn't a twat, but a very nice girl who Lily actually liked quite a bit) and Dorcas Meadows. Hestia and Gwenog Jones were there as well. Lily was glad that Mary hadn't been lying when she'd said that she'd invited a 'few' people over. She'd said that before and Lily had walked into a full-blown party. And they didn't have room for that. But this was nice. She liked these girls.

"Jesus, that boy is fit." Hestia rested her chin on her palm and sighed longingly.

"Are you staring at Potter's arse?" Gwen asked, giving her cousin a look. "Because we're going to see him tomorrow and I'll tell him that you're at it again."

"Oh, come off it. You know he's fit." Hestia and Gwen both played football for the girl's league. Apparently on Saturdays the boys and girls practiced together. "And he knows he's fit. I hardly think he'd fault me for looking at his arse."

"Okay I won't tell James, I'll tell your boyfriend." Gwen threatened.

Hestia sat up straight, leaned over and shoved Gwen off the couch. The older girl fell onto the floor and Lily laughed into her drink. "My boyfriend knows that James is fit. Everyone in the bloody school knows he's fit." She said indignantly, pushing herself to her feet.

"He's not that fit." Lily shrugged, and suddenly all eyes were on her. She sighed and pushed her way off the couch. "Okay he's fit but he's not as fit as everyone makes him out to be. Like there are blokes who are better looking. But everyone just ogles him simply because he's good at football."

"Being good at football makes you better looking than you already are," Emmeline said, as though that explained it all. "It's like bonus points. You know, like if you're holding a puppy or a baby?"

"I understand that some of you feel that way, but I think being a nice bloke, not having your head up your arse and being able to hold an actual conversation about something other than football makes you more attractive."

"You had one conversation with the boy two years ago." Mary sighed, "You have to stop bringing it up."

"He was sloshed." Dorcas chimed in.

"And none of you are friends with him- with the exception of Gwen," She said before the girl could protest. "So you can't tell me that he's not as conceited as his twitter feed would lead one to believe."

Emmeline shrugged, "I always read his tweets as though he's trying to be funny. When he writes, 'Who's the greatest center forward of all time?' he's just being cute. Not conceited."

"Also he is the greatest center forward of all time." Dorcas grinned.

Lily pursed her lips and shook her head. "He tweeted out yesterday 'Aren't you all so lucky to have me?' with a photo of his stats. How did that not make you throw up a little in your mouth?"

"Okay that's not really cute," Emmeline laughed, "But we are lucky to have him."

"All I'm saying is that a little humility would go a long way."

They couldn't really argue with that, but Mary did anyway. "You're just pissed because Amos was a little bitch on air today."

"You saw that?" Lily sighed, forgetting about James all together and went off about Amos, which they let her, until the commercials ended, and the game came back on. Mary motioned her over to the kitchen and leaned up against the counter.

"You alright?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm just going to be stressed out this weekend. I should be completely fine or infinitely worse come Monday night." She grinned, and Mary reached out and pinched her cheek.

"You really like, Em?" She asked, looking over at the couch and biting on the tip of her thumb, a nervous habit of hers. "Because what you said over text-"

"Mary, I was just giving you a hard time." Lily interrupted. "She's great. Even if she drank all the milk. It's probably for the best since I never finish a carton and we end up with spoiled milk." She smiled. "She's a nice girl and she seems to like you."

"She does seem to like me," Mary smirked. "And I think I really like her too."

"Good." Lily laughed. "Now did you really find a dead fish in our flat?"

oOoOoOo

They went out after the game, which Lily had been expecting. They all got ready- Lily lent some clothes to a couple of the girls and Mary did almost everyone's makeup after insisting that she knew what she was doing since she'd been watching nothing but makeup tutorials on YouTube for the past week.

"I'm thinking of making my own channel." She said, though she'd already had three beers by this point, and as a rather small girl, three beers was enough for her to properly buzzed and boarding tipsy, so no one took her seriously, but since they were buzzed as well, they were enthusiastic about the idea.

When they finally made it to a pub, Lily was surprised to see that it was packed. This was their usual place, and while it could get busy, this was a bit much. Even for a Friday night. After the game, everyone usually went to a pub closer to campus. This pub was out by their flat, and yet it was packed with college age kids, and many of them looked as though they were coming from the game, wearing face paint or jerseys.

They got some drinks, miraculously found a table and then headed out to the dancefloor. Mary and Em were the first to disappear and then Hestia's boyfriend materialized. Gwen found someone to dance with and then Dorcas excused herself to use the restroom. Lily stumbled back to her table, feeling almost relaxed now that she'd have quite a bit to drink. Her mind always seemed to be buzzing and it was rather hard to get it to quite down, but a night out helped. The roar of the music and laughter made it hard for her brain to concentrate on anything but what was right in front of her.

"Is this seat taken?" She looked over, already rolling her eyes at the tired line.

"Yes, all the seats around this table that have jackets and purses on them are in fact, taken. Shocking, isn't it." She asked, raising her brow. But then she looked at the bloke who had spoken and her brows shot up even further.

"Coats and purses are inanimate. I don't think they'll be bothered if I get off my feet for a few. After all, I have been pretty busy all night." James Potter smirked at her as he took Mary's empty seat. He had a beer in his hand, his hair was all mused from the events of the night and he wore a smile that made it seem as though he and Lily were friends. Which they weren't. Lily was more than a little surprised to see him sitting there. She'd had a few classes with him over the years and knew that he had a way of making himself at home wherever he was, but they hadn't spoken to one another in two years. And even then, it had only been one conversation- and a short one. That had gone very poorly.

"They won't mind, but I might." She said, shifting in her seat.

"But you might not," He said, still smiling at her. He reached up and pulled at the collar of his shirt, the fabric sticking, parts of it grass stained.

"You didn't think to shower before coming out?" She asked, most likely because she was on her third drink of the night and it was clear that he hadn't decided to take a shower between winning the football game and coming out with his mates. Or alone. She didn't see anyone that seemed to be waiting for him to come back. Though at least his presence at the pub explained why there were so many people there. He must have told a bunch of people where he was headed after the game.

"I thought about it, but then decided that it'd be a waste of water. No one has ever left a pub thinking that they didn't need to shower. Then there's the fact that I look rather sharp in my uniform." He grinned, leaning a bit closer and Lily could smell the alcohol on his breath mixed with the smell of sweat. It was a common smell for someone in a pub to have, but she still leaned back. "Beside, people like to get pictures of me in my jersey."

She narrowed. "Alright, so then why did you decide to sit down here?" She asked. They were surrounded by people who would love to be graced with his presence, but Lily was not among them.

He met her gaze and held it for a moment before turning his head and looking around the bar. "You really don't like me, do you? You know, I think you might just be the only person on campus." Lily snorted. "Alright, not the only person. But one of the only girls." He said, looking back at her again.

"It's not that I don't like you," Lily said, because she didn't dislike him, she didn't really know him. She knew that she couldn't judge a person on one drunk conversation that was held years ago. And while he was a bit arrogant online… well, a lot of people acted one way online and a different way in real life. "I just don't think that being able to kick a ball around a field should award you special privileges. I'm not going to act like we're friends just because I've heard your name a million times. I'm treating you as though you were any other annoying bloke who decided that they can sit on my friends' coats for the sake of chatting me up."

"Oh, so that's it, is it. You can't play football." He smirked, nudging his elbow against hers and completely ignoring the latter half of what she'd said.

Lily pulled her arm off the table and shook her head. "I can play fairly well actually, that has nothing to do with anything." She sighed. He narrowed his eyes at her and then took another swig of his beer.

"Saying you play fairly well to someone who plays-"

"At a collegiate level. Which most people do. My dad played football at uni."

"Saying you play fairly well to someone who plays as well as I do," He repeated himself, adding emphasis where he deemed appropriate. "Is often taken as a challenge. Is this where I invite you to the field and see if you can score on me?"

She looked at him, catching the way his lilt changed when he said 'score.' "No."

"You wanna dance?" He asked completely unperturbed. Lily laughed, shaking her head. The nerve of this boy.

"I'm good, I'm just waiting for my friend to come back from the loo." But as she said that, she saw that Dorcas had found someone else to dance with on her way back to the table. That didn't mean that Lily wanted to dance with James though.

"Are you sure? I'm a great dancer," He grinned, taking another drink of his beer.

"I'm getting the feeling that you think you're great at everything." Again, he didn't seem to notice what she was saying.

"I think people would like it if we dance." He said and that piqued Lily's curiosity.

"What? Why would other people care if I danced with you?"

He shrugged. "You've got quite a presence on campus. A very different presence than my own, but you have almost as many twitter followers as I do." Lily shook her head.

"I run the twitter for the school news station." She said shrugging. It was different, though she knew that being connected with the news station wasn't the reason that she had so many followers. But what else was she going to say? That everyone knew her because of all the different classes she took? Because of all the different clubs and activities, she'd taken a part of over the years?

"You use your own handle though." She could tell that he wasn't buying it. She wondered if he followed her. She would have noticed that though, right? Probably not. She rarely checked her phone.

"Well that's because no one pays any attention when you preface a message with UCL News. I wanted people to listen so-"

"It's funny. That's what I was getting at." He grinned. "You're funny."

"On twitter."

"Not in real life?"

"No I mean, you came up to me to ask me to dance because you're impressed by my twitter? Everyone is funny on twitter." She laughed.

"I didn't ask you to dance because of your twitter."

"Well then why did you ask me to dance?" She asked, though she wished she hadn't almost immediately. When you asked a boy that you didn't want to dance with that question, you never got an answer that you knew what to do with.

"Because you're fit and I want to dance with you." He shrugged, surprising her with his bluntness. "Have you changed your mind yet?"

"No," She said, though she could feel herself becoming less annoyed and more amused by the minute. "You know, you're a bit ridiculous."

"I've been called worse," He shrugged, still smirking at her. Lily laughed again, not at all surprised by that. "See, I make you laugh! The least you could do is dance with me."

Lily pressed her lips together and shook her head. "I'm almost drunk first of all," She said, holding up a finger, "So I'll laugh at anything. And secondly," Another finger. "The least I could do is not dance with you. It's continue to talk to you even though you came over here and took my friend's seat without invitation."

He opened his mouth and then closed it a few times before bringing his drink up to his lips and Lily looked away feeling triumphant. "Just how bad of an impression did I leave on you?" He asked, looking over at her and bringing up the first time they'd interacted for the first time since he'd sat down. Lily was surprised that he even remembered it in the first place. "I mean Remus said that I was a right prat that night, and I believe him, but I figured you might not remember since it happened so long ago."

"Who's Remus? Because he has the right of things." Lily said, taking another sip of her drink.

"He usually does. He actually works for the school newspaper." He said, "You work with the newspaper, right?"

Lily shrugged, "If we're doing a big piece we collaborate sometimes." She nodded. "But I don't normally- I mean I've not personally been in that part of the building that many times."

He nodded, "Well he told me that coming over here was a bad idea." She looked over at him.

"Then why did you do it anyway?"

"Sirius said that I had to," He shrugged and then made a face and shook his head. Lily wasn't sure what all of that meant, or why one of his friends would tell him that he had to do something, or why James seemed as though he had to listen. "He said that you wouldn't remember that I'd made an arse of myself last time. Though he agreed that I'd made an arse of myself last time. And then Peter suggested that if I came over here, I'd make an arse of myself again. I took it as a challenge, but maybe I should have taken it as a warning."

Lily didn't know who Remus or Sirius or Peter were, but they all sounded like they had good heads on their shoulders. "Why do you remember talking to me two years ago?" She asked. "I remember it because everyone is always talking about you and to be quite honest, I've not had too many run-ins with blokes who've talked to me like that."

"Well that's good," He chuckled, rubbing his hand at the back of his neck. "I don't know what I was going for, but I guess saying I'm drunk isn't exactly an excuse. I'm sorry." He said, looking her in the eye again. She pursed her lips and finished her drink. "I don't normally talk to people like that."

"Well thank you for apologizing," She said, not sure what else she should say on the matter. "Did Gwen say something to you?" She asked, not sure what had spurred this. "Is that why you're here?"

"You know Gwen?" He asked, brightening up a bit now that he was no longer trying to look contrite for his apology.

"Obviously, since I just ask you if she talked to you." She said, wishing that she hadn't finished her drink already. James noticed her fiddling with an empty glass and jumped to his feet.

"I'll get you another drink," He said, looking even more lit up now that he'd set a task for himself.

"You don't need to-" But he was already on his way to the bar and Lily closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. She wasn't sure what was going on. Why was James Potter sitting next to her at a pub after one of his games? Why was he apologizing to her and buying her drinks and asking her to dance with him?

He came back with a new drink for both of them and Lily thanked him, still feeling a bit off kilter. She looked around, waiting to see one of her friends giving her some sort of single to let her know that they were behind this.

"So, do you like working at the station?" He asked, re-taking Mary's seat for himself, this time angling himself more toward Lily, who was still sitting facing forward.

"Yes, I do like it."

"It must be fun to get to be on the telly every other night." He grinned.

"I enjoy it." She nodded, looking over at him and trying to gauge what was going through his mind. It wasn't uncommon for blokes to try and chat her up when she was out at a pub, but he seemed a bit more persistent than usual. And it wasn't as though he didn't have other options. Other options who wouldn't be giving him clipped short responses because they couldn't figure out why he hadn't left yet.

"Do you- I mean I know that you're an anchor, but do you help with the writing of the show too? Or is that a different job?"

It was public knowledge that she was an anchor, as she did have quite a few people following her on twitter, and she posted clips of the broadcast quite frequently. Even if only twelve people watched, she was still proud of the work that her team did. "I do a bit of everything." She said, "I'm digital media student and so I like to try my hand at all the different parts."

"I really liked the story you all did about the- oh what was it- top ten places to nap in the library. I know it was just a fun little piece, but it was funny," He laughed. "And I totally agree with you about the best place to get coffee on campus. Definitely Hoppers."

She sat up straighter and looked at him with narrowed eyes. "You- You watch the show?" She asked, not sure exactly what it was she was feeling in that moment. Confusion seemed to be a theme of this conversation.

"Oh yeah," He nodded. "I'm a student at UCL aren't I? Why wouldn't I watch it?"

It was Lily's turn to gap for a moment and then she shook her head. "No one watches it." She said. "Well twelve people watch it actually, but that's basically no one and you're telling me that you watch the show."

"Twelve people?" He raised his brow, surprised to hear that. "That doesn't seem right."

"We get a few hundred views on the clips I post to twitter, but only twelve people watch the actual broadcast." She repeated. "Only twelve people sit down and watch the entire broadcast and you're telling me that you're one of them?"

He shifted in his chair now. "Well I don't catch every episode. It's the Friday one's that I normally miss since were right before our game- but it's always on in the locker room."

"Is it the only channel that you get?" She was aghast.

He laughed and shook his head, "No, it's just what we have on. You have a good show-"

"I know that it's a good show." She said, putting her hands up. "My surprise isn't because I think that we don't have a good show. We all do a great job with editing and writing and I'm even impressed with the lighting most nights. But no one watches. Working for UCL News is to get experience and learn how everything works more than anything else. Amos used a few reels for his resume, but- You really watch?"

"I'm quite glad that Amos is done." James sighed, ignoring her repeated question as he'd already answered it. "The two of you were always professional, but he was so stiff half the time and he never delivered the lines right when the two of you were trying to have a bit of repartee on air." Lily couldn't say anything to that. She agreed of course, he was right, but she couldn't say anything because she was still flabbergasted that James Potter of all people, watched the show.

"Who's going to be on now that he's gone?" He asked.

Lily shrugged, clearing her throat so she could speak. "I'm not sure yet. He was supposed to be here through the end of the upcoming week, but decided to have tonight be his last show and now we're without a second anchor. We're holding auditions on Sunday but it's all rather last minute." She said.

"Sunday." He nodded. "Well whoever you get has to be more fun than Amos, right? I mean what was it that he said right as you were signing off? He was the best part of the show? That's a load of shite."

"I thought you said you don't watch on Friday."

"I also said that it was on in the locker room." He shrugged.

"You did say that." Lily nodded, now chewing on her lip.

"So you view it as practice then? You want to be an anchor?"

"Yeah, sure." She shrugged, not really wanting to talk about her future plans with him.

"You think I could be on one night?" He asked, and Lily chuckled.

"I told you, only twelve people watch the show." She said. "If you're on the show, only eleven people would watch."

"You said that it was good practice though." He argued. "And I need some practice time on air. If I plan to keep playing football then I'll eventually be interviewed, and I'd rather my first time not be in front of the entire nation or something like that."

Lily took a drink from the drink that he'd brought her and shrugged. "I don't see why not." She said. "We've had student athletes on before. They were usually in one of the digital media classes or journalism classes, but still."

"That's awesome. Thanks, Lily." He said, grinning at her again. She gave him a tight-lipped smile in return. "So, you want to dance now?" He asked, and Lily rolled her eyes.

"I think I'm still good." She said, pushing herself away from the table. "I've got to go and check on my friends."

"Alright," He got up from the table as well. "I'll see you on Sunday."

She didn't catch that, or she would have turned around to correct him.