A/N: Hi! This is my first Lily/James era fanfic I have posted on here! I would LOVE reviews/rates! Thank you!
"Evans!" Lily heard as she sat down at the table that blustery October morning. She twirled her head around to face the voice that called her, pulling a strand of hair out of her mouth.
"Oh hey Remus," she replied cautiously as she always did around his crowd, Potter and Black were a bad combination in any situation. "And you can call me Lily. You know I hate it when you call me Evans." Lily scolded Remus with a scowl.
"Yeah I know, that's what makes it even funnier." He teased, pushing poor Pettigrew out of his seat. "Come sit with us, look, I cleared you a seat." He offered briefly making eye contact with his friends across the table who nodded at Lily. "First of all," Lily answered holding up her hand to state her point, "that's bullying towards Peter and secondly, why would I want to sit with a bunch of people who are probably either causing trouble or planning how to cause trouble?"
Sirius burst out in violent laughter which he tried to hide by drinking from his glass of Pumpkin juice, which ended up childishly dripping down his chin into the top of his shirt, which was coincidently undone, his tie hanging round his neck.
"Seriously, grow up and start acting like fifth formers." Lily moaned and rolled her eyes. "No thank you Remus." She finally, and with a lot of willpower calmly, said and turned round, taking a piece of toast off the rack and lifting the marmalade towards her. There truly wasn't a moment to yourself with the marauders around.
The morning passed uneventfully for Lily, she got in trouble in History of Magic for doodling, Poor Professor Binns could never keep her attention, and Lily was one of the good students, if you put it that way. On her way to Potions she was accosted by Sirius, who pulled her by her arm to the side of the corridor, away from the waterfall of students chattering and walking down to the dungeons.
"What do you want Black?! I'm going to be late!" Lily scolded him, again, pulling her arm from his grasp.
"Calm your hair Lils, I need to talk to you, it's urgent." Sirius explained holding up his hands as if she was going to shoot him.
Lily shot him daggers and crossed her arms, slinging her satchel over one shoulder. "Don't make fun of my hair Sirius that joke got old a long time ago. What do you want?"
"Sorry." Sirius sighed. "Are you still seeing that Peter bloke?" He asked, holding his hands up in a mocking motion as he said Peter.
"First of all, that Peter bloke is nicer than you ever will be. But the answer to that question is no. I am not seeing Peter anymore. Why do you ask?" Lily rolled her eyes.
"Good." Sirius smiled. "Because I want to invite you to a party this Friday night at eight, just a small gathering of people in the empty classroom on the fifth floor, no couples allowed. Will you come?" Sirius asked hopefully.
"Fine, I know you'll keep pestering me until I say yes anyway. See you and whoever else there." Lily agreed, glancing at her watch. A triumphant smile broke across Sirius' face. "Oh and Sirius?" She asked
"Yeah?" Sirius furrowed his eyebrows.
"Don't call me Lils, ever again." She threatened in her lowest voice.
Sirius smiled again and laughed. "Got it, Evans." He said after a pause just before he raced up the corridor and the stairs in the way Lily came.
