The Bumpity Bookatty Pipiddilly Potion

The Bumpity Bookatty Pipiddilly Potion.

I will let you know I am a good a friend. Honestly. Truly. And I would never do such a thing as to force my best friend into doing something she doesn't want to.

Only she want to. Deep deep deep down, Lily does know she's attracted to James.

And now James knows full well she does. All because of me !

Believe me, she'll thank me one day !

And you know it's Slughorn's fault too. If he hadn't shown us how to make that oh-so-tempting Bumpity Bookatty Pipiddilly Potion, I would have never prepared some secretly and slipped it into Lily's pumpkin juice.

Ok I'll tell you the whole story and then you can judge who's right and who's wrong.

After years and years of waiting for Lily to accept James's offers –I mean come on ! Even the Divination professor could have foreseen that ! – I thought that maybe it was time for me to take a hand in their fates. This turned out oh-so-easy when Professor Slughorn showed us how to brew a Babbling potion. All I had to do was nick some. Then one morning, when it was tipping down rain, I slipped –not that much – some fifteen drops ( it was only after I remember Slughorn had advised no more than three). So Lily drank the juice and –

'Oooo-oooo-ooooh you've got a pomegranate up your nose and a parsnip in your ear… But yeah I don't care …' Sang Lily from the top of the breakfast table. I managed to get her down and steered her out of the Great Hall when she trilled 'Hewoooo James !' but thankfully that was all for breakfast. See how good I am ? I saved her from further embarrassment and entert-

Anyway. All that happened during Charms was that she sung Saucy Sorcerer songs under her breath, called poor Severus a "crumpet-nosed grease-haired cowardly overgrown-bat custard pie" and varnish her nails with parchement. Honestly. Not that bad. Apart from making her tie talk, that was all.

But … Well. In Transfiguration, she just got worse and worse. After McGonagall handed out the kittens, she yelled : "Hey Lookie ! A flying platypus !" When everyone turned around to look at her, she slid under the desk and started casting levitating spells everywhere. When all the quills, parchment, tables, chairs, and even a small student, plus a mouse that had been hiding were in the air, Lily ran out of the room screaming "Badger up your bottom !" at the top of her voice. I quickly apologized to McGonagall, saying that Lily wasn't feeling too well and may I please conduct her to the Hospital Wing before she does anymore damage, then ran after Lily.

I found her near the Great Hall, trying to wash her hair with a bag of sugar. I took her arm (to which she hissed loudly, like a kettle) and frog-marched her to the Hospital Wing. I had clearly had a wrong idea and I was most likely going to take the blame (see how good a friend I am ? Not only do I take her to be cured, I also save her from trouble !). After cart wheeling through the door, she wheeled into – well, well, well !- James Potter himself, who then yelled : Ow !

'I love you, Ratty !' Lily squawked (literally !) at James, before kissing him. He surfaced several minutes later, looking surprised, but pleased.

'Come with me to Yemen ! Please… I love you !'

'Er …' James hesitated. Seriously. 'I won't go to Yemen, but I'll certainly go to Hogsmead.' At which Lily croaked with delight. Then Madam Pomfrey forced antidote down her throat. And all the fu – embarrassment was over.

See ! See ! I'm not to blame. I had absolutely no idea James had suffer a nasty Quidditch accident and was in the Hospital Wing. Lily's making a fuss over nothing.

And James got his date, seeing as Madam Pomfrey had cunningly 'taped' it. And so Sirius owes him money ! And McGonagall owes Pomfrey money too !

And Remus owes me money. He'd never thought it'd work.