Sirius was halfway to the library when he felt the tap on his shoulder. At first, he figured it was just James, but then he heard her voice. He jumped, her presence catching him completely off gaurd. He spun around, eyes wide in surpise, shaking his head as though to clear it. "Bloody hell Walters!" He stared at her... gosh she was gorgeous... he shook that thought from his head as he regained composure. He smiled at her, despite his nervousness, running a hand over the back of his head. "Hi. Yeah... I guess my best mate is a bit finicky about your best mate pouncing out and hexing him lately... so that's probably..."<br/><br/>Sirius blinked, staring at her. Was she smiling? And was that a giggle? "Did you just laugh?" He grinned at her then, glad to see a happy face instead of a somber one. "Quick! Somebody alert the Daily Prophet! Walters just laughed!" Nervous? Yes he was. But he was skillfully trying to cover up that fact with humor... bad humor. "And I do not have a big mouth... What are you doing out here anyway? Shouldn't you be with Evans, plotting James's demise?"<br/><br/>Lily sighed, pressing her face up against the glass. She hadn't told Riley, but she was thinking about that kiss again and what it meant. She still felt that it might be just a plot to confuse her, but what if Riley was right? What if Potter really did like her and wasn't trying to trick her? She sighed, banging her head gently against the window and letting her dangling leg sway, causing the curtains to move and her socked foot to show even more so. Truth be told, they weren't her socks. She had borrowed them from one of Gryffindor's chasers and her dorm mate, Molly Sinf. All of Lily's socks were in the mail... yeah, the red head had forgotten something important. She had been borrowing socks from her dorm mates all week, not that any of them minded. Lily's feet were typically clean, as were the insides of her shoes... she wasn't fond of the dirty feet smell, so she used a spell to keep her shoes and socks fresh.<br/><br/>Anyways, Lily had borrowed her socks today. Not such a big deal, except for the fact that this particular pair in question (not that Lily knew it) had been given to Molly (a great sock fan) as her secret santa gift last year when the Quidditch team had decided it would be fun to do a secret santa. Molly's secret Santa had been James (who would surely recognize the socks if he saw them), not that she was about to tell Lily that. She just thought it was going to be funny when she told her before bed later.