James/Lily: What Would You Change In Your Life If You Could? (I Dunno...kissing A Certain Person Earlier

James/Lily: What would you change in your life if you could? (I dunno...kissing a certain person earlier or something like that...)

Lily: I would’ve tried harder with Petunia. And obviously with the post-wedding thing….

James: I would not have bet on that Chudley game. Ridiculous.

On a more serious note, what are some of the characters thoughts on the inevitable war? Obviously we know their stances on the issue, but what ways do they plan to help out the cause --- if they plan to help out the cause at all?

James: Well, naturally. Although if they could kill Voldemort before I’ve got to get involved, that’d be brill.

Sirius: Hell yes I’ll be involved. ‘Love a good fight, me.

Remus: I couldn’t possibly think of not doing something.

Lily: I’m thinking about M.F.P. at the moment… but, yeah, I’ll definitely be involved…

Marlene: Whatever I could do…

Mary: God, I dunno. It seems awfully… dark.

Donna: I’m not a huge fan of heroics…

Lily and James, what do you both think of the name, Harry?

Lily: I love it. So classy. Sensible and fun and clever all at once. And a bit mischievous. 

James: well, it’s no Elvendork.

James: So, you're over Lily? That's fine. But when you did like her, why? Why did you constantly ask you out even though she obviously didn't reciprocate your feelings? What was it about her that made you unable to stop? You've OBVIOUSLY learnt now.

I mean, she’s Lily.

She was just… funny. And clever. And chatty, and good, and adventurous, and a bit strange. And–just brilliant.

Carlotta, James and Remus, what does Amortentia smell like to each one of you?

Carlotta: incense, cinnamon, and something… foresty.

James: fresh air… something vaguely fruity, leather, and wood polish.

Remus: dusty books, strawberries, and tea. 

Marlene, if you and Adam were to finally get together, how do you imagine it happening? Any grand gestures?

Call me a pessimist, but I can’t even imagine it.

You don’t get much more romantic than a Quidditch pitch at sunset, and I mucked that one up, didn’t I?