They weren't far from the main grounds, but they were well hidden with the notably larger than normal trees. He thought that they were hidden anyways, but that proved to be quite inaccurate. Yet again the pesky Marauders had found them. How surprising. Not likely. It was far more likely that they had placed a tracking spell upon one, or both, of them; for two incredibly different reasons: one for interest and one for causing chaos.
He peered up from beneath his silky, black mop, revealing onyx eyes that set themselves upon the one whom he had been accompanied by originally. The woman-although not of age, as she was of his own, but of maturity-was now with them. The Marauders. James Potter, Serious Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.
She was donned in the girls uniform and had the crimson red and gold cloak and stripped scarf of the same colors. The colors of a lion; the colors of a Gryffindor. She didn't only match in attire however, with her beautiful, long, fiery red-orange hair was the same as a mane. Furthermore, accompanied by her uncanny grace and fierce temper, she was indeed a lioness. Him? No. Quite the opposite really, nothing as noble or graceful as her, something manipulative and cold. He wore the boy's uniform with the cloak of emerald green and silver of a serpentine Slytherin. He had cold eyes and an emotionless face that was no facade, his face expressed his true lack of emotions, he had emotions, but they seemed to have been gradually draining away from him the more she spent time with James.
His eyes meeting her emerald green eyes, he quickly looked down to the books that had amounted around him and the now empty spot where she had sat. It wasn't hard to presume what they were talking about, and he knew shortly after that he was right in his presumption as voices rose.
"He doesn't care anyways, he doesn't talk half the time and this time won't matter either."
He clenched his fist. Why can't I stand up to him? He questioned. He knew he could. He had tried, and all, but once he had failed. Lily had now requested him to not try again, and to let him handle it, but they both knew, "handle" wasn't a word that would work with James. Lily, she always found the best in people, even him, even when he knew he didn't deserve it.
"James, we can go to the Three Broomsticks tomorrow, I'm studying with Sev today, all right?"
There was a delay in his answer, but reluctantly, he agreed, only in time for the snake to look up at him, who had grasped his hand and knelt to kiss it with a smile.
He didn't know what happened, but again, this might be the second of a million tries, that he might actually win.
Grabbing his wand from his pocket, he shuffled upward against the tree, padding onto several books, his gentle voice yelled out against the serene sounds of the water and crunch of dead leaves.
"Ventus!"
James was shoved backwards by the gust of summoned wind, wrenching his hand from Lily's. Lily clearly flustered, it took her a minute to realize what he had done, and turned to him, "Serverus!" She screamed out, her face still cherry red from the farewell from James.
Serverus' lips parted as his onyx eyes starred as blankly as his future patronus' eyes would be. Lily-I-. He was trying to protect her. That was impolite of him. He used even a spell that would guarentee that he wouldn't hurt her. That was-.
"Flipendo!" James exclaimed with a cheerful undertone as the smaller boy was sent flying backwards, his arm scraping against the tree bark and the books making him trip even more than the spell had, making him land with a thud on his back.
"Gah-" the snake groaned, wincing.
Footsteps. "Stop this James, this is stupid, leave him alone!" He looked up to see Lily standing before James. Of course she would stand before him rather than himself, she was protecting him now...or, it was because, he started it.
"Lily?"