A/N: An over-extended drabble. I've always found Lily's friendship with Remus, Sirius and Peter equally as fascinating as her relationship with James - perhaps because the Marauders had always had a fetishised image of who she was (due to James) prior to getting to know her.
I apologise for the swearing and smoking in this. But it's the seventies, and who can imagine a teenage Sirius Black who doesn't smoke or swear? I needed to stay true to his character.
Enjoy, and please take the time to review.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I feel bitter having to admit it.
Prologue - Sometimes.
The Lily that everyone knew was considerate, kind-hearted and selfless. It was as if altruism ran in her bloodstream. She was well liked by both teachers and students. She was conscientious and clever. No one could imagine questioning her sincerity or her bravery. She was bold, she was kind, and she had a moral compass that was set north. That was the Lily that everyone knew.
But the boys got to know her separately.