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Chapter One: Arrogance.
"Merlin's beard! I can't believe that our exams are nearly over!"
I flipped my textbook shut as Melody cried out, her blond hair falling in curls over her shinning eyes. We were studying for our last end of year exam, and luckily for use, we both took Defense Against The Dark Arts in Newt level, so our exam was the same one.
Shuffling further into the chair I was sat in by the fire, I yawned. "I know. I can't wait for this to be over. I just don't know if I am ready for this exam."
Sixth year was the first year of Newts and it was drawing to an end, which meant that soon it would be the last year at Hogwarts ever for me. Something about that scared me.
The Common Room was beginning to be filled with people. Last period had just ended and everyone wanted to get some last minute studying done before the last exam. Therefore, the room was dim as all the candlelight was blocked by figures and I had to squint to read the notes I had written. I still loved it here though: I loved the comfy chairs that that were perched in groups by the sputtering fire, the moving paintings that occupied the walls and the spiraling stairs to the dorm. I just loved Hogwarts.
Melody threw her quill down, rolling her eyes. "Lils, you know that your gonna nail this exam. You're a straight O student. The highest in the year and a Prefect!" she leaned forward in her elbows. "You'll likely get Head Girl."
"I don't know, Mel," I said, blushing slightly. "You know I'm not so good at the practical stuff. I'd so rather be reading from a book."
Chewing on my quill nervously, I watched Mel twirl her silky hair around her finger. "Oh, please," she said. "I saw you cast that Patronus the other day. You did it first in the class."
"I know," I breathed. I had been the first in class and I had been so proud to see my Doe burst out of my wand, galloping around the room, lighting its way. "But how do I know that I can do it again? I mean, in the exam, I'll be under pressure with people watching and-"
Mel stood up, her blond hair falling over her shoulder, as she walked over to me, pulling me into a hug. "Lily," she mumbled into my hair. "Your gonna do this." She pulled back to look at me with her blue eyes. "Say it," she demanded.
I sighed. "I'm gonna do this," I mumbled.
"Say it with confidence," she exclaimed.
"I'm gonna do this!" I laughed loudly, throwing one arm in the air.
Suddenly, the Common Room went silent and everyone turned to look at me with annoyed expressions for breaking up their studying. Mel and I waited until everyone turned back around. Then we burst out laughing and I had to clutch my stomach in pain.
"Evans!" Came a voice from behind me.
I immediately stopped laughing and turned to stare at the boy behind me. I could hear Mel groan, knowing what was coming. A chair squeak behind me and Mel groaning, having thrown herself in a chair, knowing what would happen. "Here we go again," she mumbled.
"What do you want, Potter?"
Before me stood James Potter. There were many ways I could describe James Potter and I had said many to his face, but simply…
Potter was an asshole.
He wore his robes as though they were not good enough to touch his precious skin, as it hung of him like curtains. He had murky black hair that stood up in all directions and on his nose were a pair of glasses. He was pale, but not in a sickly way, it just made him seem dark and mysterious. At least to most girls, to me he was just a pain in the backside.
Behind him I could see his usual gang: the Marauders, they liked to call themselves. They were so arrogant that they had given themselves a name. They liked to think that they ran the school, that without them we would crumble in on ourselves, but really it was the opposite. They had that name for a reason. They were troublemakers and without them terrorising the hall, Hogwarts would be a quieter and happier place.
"Whoa," said Potter, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Chill, Evans. I just came over to see what all the racket was about-"
He was cut off by his best friend, Sirius Black, who currently flicking his long hair out of his face. "What Prongs really means is, he wants to know what or who, exactly, your gonna do."
Behind him, a squat slimy boy whit mousy brown hair sniggered: Peter.
"That's disgusting, Black," I snapped.
Potter ran a hand through his hair- did that boy want to look like a bush? – He then hit Sirius on the arm. "Look, Evans, I just wondered what was going on with my favourite girl," he smirked at his own words.
" I don't know, Potter. Why don't you go ask her?"
His smirk was pulled of his face after my comment and he turned to Sirius, who looked like he was trying to hold in a grin. "I meant you, Evans. I'm just trying to be nice."
I rolled my eyes. "Well, be nice somewhere else."
Potter frowned for a second, but looked like he was going to go on when Remus pushed forward, book in hand, and said, "James, leave her alone. She is obviously busy." I smiled slightly. Remus was the only one out of all these boys that I actually liked: he was kind, helpful and intelligent. He was everything that James Potter was not. I had seen Remus with James many times but he was always the quiet one. However, since we both became Prefects I had talked to him more and realized he was more than just a Marauder: he was the only one with a brain. I respected him for that.
James glanced at his friend, then at me, and winked. I wondered how many times today he had pulled that move. "See you around, Evans." The he turned on his heel and swaggered off with his gang.
People turned to stare at him and his group as they left. Most people just gave them looks of terror and shuffled further into their seats, but some people, girls, gave him looks of lust. Though, it was nothing compared to how they gazed at Black. You'd think he was some kind of sex god. He was handsome, I guess, nut to immature. I suppose that not everyone cares about personality though.
Remus stayed quiet, nose buried in his book, and Peter just followed them with looks of praising.
"Can't wait," I mutter sarcastically to myself.
Mel laughed. "Well, that was entertaining," she said, clapping her hands together.
"Not really," I replied, grabbing up my books, parchment and quill. "Why won't he just leave me alone?"
"He likes you, Lily, that's why. In some messed up way only he understands, he really likes you," she paused. "At least he didn't ask you out this time."
She was right, that was a first. Normally, Potter took any chance to throw the offer of a date at me.
I stood up fully, clutching my things. "Well, Merlin help me," I muttered. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed," I said running my hand along the table. " See you tomorrow."
"Night," Mel yawned. "And Lils?" she called back and I spun around by the stairs. "You'll do great. Get some sleep."
I smiled. "I will. Love you!"
"Love you, too," she called back and I left the Common Room.