A/N:

I'd like to take this moment to thank any readers that have read any of my previous stories, reviewed them, and/or favorited them.

It made me happier than a niffler in a room full of gold. :]

The inspiration for this story comes from the general consensus of enjoying Lily's long rant in the reviews of my story Charms Corridor Confessions. I enjoyed writing that part very much, so I've decided to write a small chapter-fic. It will be 7 chapters at the minimum (Whoa! 7 years, 7 chapters? *Gasp* I wonder how she came up with that one! ;] ), but I'll most likely have more than that (5th year kind of demands more than one chapter . . .). Not all will be rants though, They'll mostly just be funny confrontations I come up with that have a mad Lily. Like this first one. :P

Let the Jily arguments commence!

A/N 2:

Yeah . . . it's only going to be 7 chapters, I combined the two fifth ideas.

Disclaimer: Queen J.K. Rowling owns everything, I am but a humble peasant. :D

Floral Rants

First Year

Gryffindor Common Room

James Potter was sitting in the Common Room, unknowingly awaiting his doom. He had been watching Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew play Wizard's Chess for the past hour and he was getting increasingly bored. Earlier in the day, he and Sirius had decided that it would be a good idea to slip a dungbomb into someone's bag as a prank. Naturally, James had agreed wholeheartedly when Sirius had offered to do the slipping. He had known Sirius Black for a few months, but only now would he be entirely aware of how idiotic he could be.

Sirius entered through the portrait hole, completely out of breath.

"Here's the cloak James, good luck mate!" He shoved the Invisibility cloak in James's hands and ran towards the boy's dormitory staircase.

James was completely dumbfounded, taking the cloak with raised eyebrows. "Wait, what happened? Sirius, where are you going?!"

But Sirius was already up the stairs and out of sight. Just then, an earsplitting shriek could be heard right outside of the common room.

"POTTER!"

James felt as if his pupils had widened to the size of bludgers. His stomach had dropped to his toes.

"SIRIUS! Evans was not the intended target! I thought we agreed to use the dungbomb on Snivellus?!" Laughter could be heard up the stairs.

Lily Evans burst into the Common Room on a rampage. Her hair was flying around her face and her eyes were wild. Evans was angry with him on a very regular basis, James knew, but he had never seen her looking as if she could've spat fire. He didn't really know what to do with a furious Lily at this point in his life.

"Aha! I knew it!" She had spotted the cloak in James' hands and slowly stalked toward him. "You put a dungbomb in my bag, Potter!"

He put his hands up and backed up at the same pace, getting closer to the wall. "I didn't do it! I swear!"

She pointed her wand at his nose, making him cross his eyes to look at it. "You are so lucky that this is only the beginning of First Year, Potter, or you would be bald by now! Of all the stupid things you've done, I can't believe you'd have the nerve to lie to me! First with the nose-biting teacup, and now this? You're setting up a really bad reputation for yourself!"

"Actually Lily, James has been sitting here the entire time." Remus quietly interrupted.

She quickly turned towards him, wand still pointed at James. "Oh be quiet Lupin! This doesn't concern you."

"I'm serious, Lily-"

"No you're not!" came from the stairs.

Remus rolled his eyes. "James hasn't left the Common Room since breakfast."

"Oh please, you'd be covering for him even if he didn't have that cloak and I actually saw him do it!"

"Exactly, innocent until proven guilty." James said.

Turning back, she saw that James had a smirk on his face.

"But you have the cloak! You are proven guilty!"

James took on a thoughtful expression. "You know, you look rather pretty all worked up like this, Evans. I should make this a habit." He ducked out from beneath her wand while she looked surprised and made his way to the stairs.

Lily followed him and blocked his path. She then narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh no, you aren't getting off that easily, Potter! You cannot just call someone pretty and expect to get out of something! Not to mention the fact that it's insulting coming from you!"

James started to smirk. "Really? That's disappointing. Thanks for the advice though, Evans."

He made it around her and started to ascend the staircase, then looked back at a highly confused Lily. "Has anyone ever told you that your eyes resemble emeralds?"

"Er, frequently?"

"Good. Oh, and they sparkle when you're angry by the way." He disappeared up the stairs, leaving Lily to look after him.

She stared at the top of the staircase for a few seconds, then turned her head towards Remus and Peter.

"What just happened here?" she asked.

Peter smiled. "I believe he just got out of the argument by telling you that you look pretty."

She sighed. "It was Black that slipped the dungbomb, wasn't it?"

"It was, but don't feel bad, Lily. Apparently he also uses compliments to get out of trouble with his mum." Remus answered.

"Right. I'm going back to the Library."

She exited through the portrait hole, much more calmly than she entered, and screamed her frustration to the hallway when she realized that her bag still smelled terrible.

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