A/N: This was slightly inspired by a real happening, in which I only thought of a good comeback after it happened. So I wrote a story in which Lily does have a good comeback. Enjoy! And please R&R!
"I can't believe how much homework we've got, Lils, I mean surely this is a record breaking amount." My friend, Alice, complained as we headed back to the portrait hole after a hard first day of school.
"A back breaking amount. They did warn us, though, that since it's O.W.L year we'd have more work than usual -" I replied, before being interrupted by frustrated Mary.
"I thought they were exaggerating! Now, I realize that they were really toning it down. Sphinx." She said, giving the password so we could clamber in through the hole. We headed immediately to the tables and pulled out our textbooks so we could get started on a two-and-a-half foot charms essay on Cheering Charms. I grabbed my favorite blue ink, a fresh roll of parchment I just bought the other day, and rummaged in my bag for a minute before realizing my brand new eagle-feather quill was missing.
"Oh, no! My new quill is gone already!" I announced to my friends.
"Shame. That was a nice quill." Mary sympathized.
"I am determined to find it."
"You should probably finish your essay before you get too side tracked. You can borrow my spare quill." Suggested Alice wisely.
"You're right," I said, taking the borrowed quill, "I'll bet I left it in potions. I just hope no one steals it." We continued our essays in silence. It was not a difficult essay, and to my surprise, I was about a quarter of the way through in no time. Unfortunately, the glory of this was dissolved when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"Lily-flower, I heard you were missing a quill, and I think I've found it!"
"James! You stole it?" I gasped, turning around and crossing my arms. I immediately recognized the quill in his grasp. He looked shocked.
"Me? Stealing a quill? No, no, no, my flower, I rescued it from the depths of the stone dungeons where Professor Slughorn hosts his potions classes."
"Well, thank you, but can I have it back now?"
"Under one condition . . ." James began in a mystical voice, "You must tell me I am the most wonderful perfect person you ever met." He must've thought this was an awesome plan, for he wiggled his eyebrows and grinned. I, however, despised it. I could almost hear everyone in the room hold their breath as I thought, contemplating my answer. Then I smiled. I had thought of the perfect comeback.
"I must not tell lies." Taking advantage of his surprise, I took the quill from his hand and leaped back into my seat. I retuned the borrowed quill to Alice, and dipped my own quill in my ink to continue my essay, relishing in the chuckles of the people around me. I knew that James would not bother me for a long time.
A/N: Again, please R&R. I hope you enjoyed it!