the_debt_of_time

James's face turned a soft shade of pink. "Er... yeah?"
"It's organised. It's colour-coded by day and by House. You even took into account
detentions and Quidditch try-outs."
Swallowing and looking around the room as all eyes fell on him, James looked
uncomfortable with the attention—which was a dramatic shift in his character considering
he acted as though he had been born in the spotlight. "I mean... you like that sort of
stuff," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"How did you—?" Lily began, looking gobsmacked. "You didn't even know the
patrol routes. You'd never been a prefect or―"
"Well, I was given a handbook, Evans," James said, his tone one of feigned offence.
"I can read, despite what you may... What?"
Suddenly, Lily was running toward him through a small path in the crowded room,
a hard, blazing look on her face.
James quickly thrust his bottle of butterbeer into Sirius's hand as he turned to
nervously meet Lily halfway just as she jumped into his open arms, wrapping hers around
his neck.
And, despite the fact that fifty people were watching, Lily kissed him.