Creepy Stuffed Iguanas

A/N: Just a random, silly one-shot.

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My room, 1:00

I'm just going to go inside James' room to borrow a quill. Nothing else. So I need to calm down.

It doesn't matter that James will probably be sleeping in his bed while I do this.

I need a quill, as mine just had to snap in half on the day I gave Marlene my spare. The thing is out to get me.

If I want to pass History of Magic, I'm going to need a perfect on this essay, which can't happen if I haven't got a quill.

And I can't exactly leave the room to borrow one from someone else. I mean it's one in the morning. What if someone saw me, the Head Girl, walking in the halls this late, disobeying rules?

So. Off to Potter's room. To get a quill. To pass History of Magic.

I'm going to do it. If I don't survive, then all my clothes go to—Oh, who am I kidding? I can't die in Potter's room!

Unless, of course, I faint due to the unbearable stench of his room (I've never been in it, but I suppose it's smelly.) and, on my way down, hit my head on something and, eventually, bleed to death before Potter wakes up. Or just die of brain failure or something. Or is that heart failure?

I'll take a clothespin with me just in case.

So. I'm off.

Potter's room, 1:15

There is no stench.

There is nothing even remotely stench-y (stinky?) in his room.

It's unnatural.

There's not a hair out of place.

Except, you know, the ones on James' head. But that's another issue for another day.

Because…POTTER IS A NEAT FREAK! Oh my goodness, I want to knock on everybody's door and tell him or her.

But I can't.

The quill, Lily, the quill.

Right-o.

So I'm assuming he'll have one in his bag?

Maybe the bag will be stench-y. I'd better put on my clothespin, just in case.

On my way to the bag…la-dee-dah…Trying to get a quill without Potter noticing I'm in his room dum-dee-duh.

Enough singing.

Wait.

Are those eyes?

Beady yellow eyes?

I should go investigate. But first I should take off the clothespin before I die of…erm…lack of air.

"AAAAAHH!!"

Oh, Gods. The eyes belonged to an iguana! Admittedly, the iguana was a stuffed toy. But it was scary! It was green and had yellow eyes with its tongue sticking out!

Oh, no. James is stirring in his sleep. Hopefully…hopefully, he didn't hear me scream.

Oh, good. He was just turning on his side.

About that quill…

I NEED IT!

Where's Potter's bag?

I see it! It's at the foot of his bed.

James looks like such an angel when he's sleeping…well, you know, if you ignore his devil horns and forked tail.

I am approaching the bag.

I will unzip it, quietly so that James won't hear me, grab the quill, and leave.

So. Unzipping.

"AAAHHHH!"

Whew. Panic attack there. There was a creepy furry thing in there. Another iguana? The world may never know.

Hmm. I feel…paper, books, more paper, another furry thing, and…ow! Sharpness!

Quills are sharp. I feel feather-y-ness, too.

Definitely what I'm looking for.

So…all I have to do is zip the bag, try to ignore the creepy iguana's eye (!), and leave with the quill.

Done, done, and done.

Great Hall, the next morning at breakfast

Yes! The essay is complete.

James is walking up to me. Clutching something...something with green with yellow eyes?

IT'S AN IGUANA!!

"AAH!"

He smirks knowingly at me, then chuckles. "Lily, here's an iguana for you. His name is Flashlight."

"Erm...thanks?"

"By the way," here he ruffles a hand through his hair. "feel free to stop by my room any night. We--Iggy, Igster, and I--enjoy your presence."

A/N: I changed it around! ZAYZ let me know the ending was rather weak, so there's the improved one!

Rose