~Lily is sitting in her room, staring down at the page of her diary in which she had written, "I, Lily Marianne Evans, fancy the trousers off of James Potter." She's tentative, not to mention confused, and still a bit shell-shocked from James' gentlemanly behaviour at their rather appalling first date. After escaping the scenes of Horse Molestation, James had walked her home and kissed her on the cheek with a rather silly smile that Lily was certain he hadn't realised he was wearing.
"Oh bugger it all!" she muttered, reaching for a sheet of parchment.~
Given that I have proven rather appalling taste in cinema, I suggest we rectify the situation.
You pick the movie, or perhaps an alternative option in places to go. We could go for a walk, or something, if you like, given that it is rather cold out for a picnic.
Happy New Year,
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