Who's Mily Levins?

AN: So, I've decided to give this 'fluff' nonsense a try, since, I must admit (shamefully) I find myself reading it more often than not, so….here it is.

Disclaimer: Not unless I have multiple personalities, another body (some years older) , a child, and, finally, a massive imagination, am I J.K. Rowling. So don't expect me to own these characters.

Such kisses are indescribable. They are the stuff of fantasies, the ones that have those of hormonal imbalance staring off into spaces of less than admirable features.

Those were James Potter's kisses.

"Oh, marvelous! Simply beautiful, Mister Potter!" Professor Celestine clapped her hands in pure delight, "That performance deserves worthy praise!" she exclaimed , providing the awkward audience with some more cause to applaud "However, if I may be so bold, what was it?"

"What?" this voice was soft , belonging to a small and skinny girl standing beside the Potter-prodigy, "What do you mean, Professor Celestine?"

" I mean, what production was it?" she smiled in what seemed to be a friendly and relatively safe expression to return "Who are you?"

The girl blinked, once , twice. Her smile wavered, fleetingly , she thought is she serious?

"I-I'm Lily Evans, Professor Celestine" she said softly.

"Oh" said the woman , absentmindedly tapping a finger against her mouth "I don't know you. Why are you here?"

Lily blinked again, coughed and blushed to her roots. Bravely she began forming a reply when,

"It was Romeo and Juliet , Professor." James replied , unfazed "We performed it because you suggested it would be good evidence for our cause , remember…..?"

"Oh! Yes, yes, I remember now , for the Why Shakespeare was a Wizard club."

"Yes" he sighed "Did you enjoy it?"

"Immensely," she said "It felt as though the walls vibrated with the enormity of your potent emotions , Mister Potter. Yet that might have been the restless spirits of the Shakespearean Era , attempting to contact us.." she trailed off mysteriously , her eyes glazing over as she leaned back into her cushions "softly calling out….."

"Couldn't they just contact the other ghosts? I mean, it's not like we're lacking in 'restless spirits'—"

"And that is why you are failing this class , Mister Brown" she snapped , her shawl fanning out behind her as she stood , reaching for her cane , "This is the reason you all are here! You are the philosophical, the rational and tasteless auras of my classrooms—except for you , Mister Potter"

He nodded .

"You cannot even listen to my interpretation of the spiritual vibrations of the otherworld—"

"That's because it was me" a pudgy boy called from the corner .

"You have restless spirits, Mister Pettigrew?"

"No—well, not exactly—I have restless gasses, I mean, we had Latin Night in the dormitory last night—"

"Spare me boy, I need not hear more. Am I to understand you have been disrupting auras with—with farts?"

"I-I-well-uh…yea"

"Go!" she pointed to the trapdoor of the North Tower "Leave! You fail for the year! I don't want to see you back in this room in my lifetime! Do you hear!"

Peter Pettigrew could not afford to fail a third class this year, and so he found himself falling to his knees and groveling for his spot back on the ' we failed Divination so now we must form a pointless club this term to obtain decent grades' association. Instead, he found himself being thrown headfirst down the very steep, very tall trapdoor to the Divination classroom. By the very senile Professor Celestine.

"I would like to see the production once more before breakfast," she frowned slightly "However…I would like to change Miss Levins from the lead role to the maid, and in turn , Miss McKinnon to the lead role"

"But—" Lily protested.

"Yes Miss Levins?"

"It's Evans" she corrected mildly, lowering her gaze.

"Oh" Professor Celestine nodded slightly , as if apologizing for her petty botch, yet knowing that it would be precious few minutes before the girl's name would flee her mind "is that all?"

Lily hesitated opening her mouth slightly "Good" said the professor .

"Once more , from the top." She thumped her cane, "Finnigan! Join the conscious of mind!"

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Begin!"

OoO

Her bag was strewn across the floor from where she'd left it, and she had to wobble to the opposite wall to gather her collection of sugar quills. She cast looks of annoyance around her, her peers were sleepily picking up their things and making their way down the trapdoor. Lily grumbled, it was too early for collecting belongings. Someone stepped on her last quill , it's green feather snapping cleanly in half as the dingy trainers mangled it.

"Oh, sorry"

She looked up , startled. "James!" she exclaimed "It's alright—you don't have to worry—great job today!" she reddened

"Thanks uh…"

"Lily"

"Right" he tossed a hand through his hair and grinned cheekily "See you"

It seemed unfair to Lily , the fact that although she'd played the lead role that dawn , that she'd felt magic in James' forged feather light kisses, he didn't deem her face worthy of belonging to a name.

She shook her head, her otherwise neat hair gently tickling the edges of her vision. She needed to loose this measly infatuation, quickly.

Lily clutched her pack to her chest as she descended, afraid the rip at its bottom would enlarge by mere whim.

James was at the base of the stairs.

Was he waiting for her? The thought elated her, suddenly her vacant expression expanded to something more existential, and James Potter was struck by the odd beauty of the small girl's smile.

He returned the gesture, adding his own flourished wave.

"Goodbye James" she said pleasantly "See you in class"

Would he? He could not remember. Was she in his house? He did not think so, she was barely outspoken enough to call her mousy. Nonetheless he nodded his accent and she smiled again.

"Goodbye Mily!" he called as she disappeared down the stairs.

Lily sighed. Berk , she thought.

She figured that today, sometime during Transfiguration , James would notice she sat behind him. And with another hopeful sigh, she made her somewhat quiet way to breakfast.

OoO

Emmeline Vance was Lily's most cherished friend. This perhaps was due to the fact that Emmeline was too kind to point out Lily had the disposition of a mute buried under seven feet of granite over sixty billion decades ago, also, she was too forgetful to notice.

Lily dropped her books on the table, making loud clank as they slipped off the edge and dispersed across the floor.

"Bugger!" Lily whispered furiously "That's the second bloody time!"

"Wotcher, Lily!" Emmeline said cheerily.

"G'morning ,Emmy." Lily called from under the table , her bum swinging dangerously close to a bowl of porridge before being completely submerged, along with the rest of Lily's anatomy.

Emmeline's head popped under the table "Bloody Hell" she breathed "Lily, there's books all over down here!" she reached a hand to the closest A Standard Book of Spells (Grade Four), "Oh , brilliant! I lost mine ages ago!"

Her hand was promptly slapped away, "They're mine, Emmy!" Lily huffed "Did you not see me drop them a minute ago, you daft witch?" she had little shame around her precious friend.

"They are?" Emmeline shrugged and returned her head to it's earlier position.

"Yes" she snapped , emerging from her rather dangerous escapade.

"Alright, alright. No need to get so touchy" she huffed, blinked and turned back to Lily "So why are you here so early?"

"Merlin, Em! I told you, I've been going to Celestine's prissy 'If You Fail' club for the past month!"

"Have you?" Emmeline continued conversationally.

"Yes" she replied tersely.

"So you've failed Divination so marvelously that you must now attend another one of Celestine's dodgy clubs"

"Obviously" Lily started digging through her eggs.

"So when were you—what are you doing?"

"Eating" Lily said , her expression voicing her intentions to feel Emmeline's forehead for a fever .

"No, not that. Why are you separating your eggs?"

"You've never noticed I've done this before?" Lily asked skeptically "never?"

"No." she shook her head for good measure.

"I've done this every morning for the past four years , Emmy"

"Really? You have? But then , what exactly are you doing?"

"I'm picking out the whites" Lily stated this as if Emmeline was the most oblivious being inhabiting this hemisphere.

"Pardon? The whites? What exactly are 'The Whites'?"

"The EGG whites Emmeline! Please, get a neuron while you sit in class, why don't you!"

"A what?"

"Oh, Nevermind." Lily returned to her plate , not for the first time wondering if it would not be wiser to abandon her eggs for a bowl of porridge. After observing the steaming nosh for some seconds , she sighed and reached for it.

Coincidentally , another hand reached for the appealing bowl as well, a hand conveniently attached to Dorcas Meadowes, whom was latched by whim , force and magnetism , to her latest hubby, James Potter.

"Oof! Excuse me," she said " Are you going to eat that?" she pointed to the porridge , smiling kindly "Hey , do I know you—"

"No, you can have it" Lily shifted her gaze to Potter, whom was considering Emmeline with an amused expression. Lily returned her gaze to her friend and found that Emmeline was engrossed in the careful observation of her eggs(Muttering 'the whites , the whites , what's so bad about them…strange Lily, so strange…') , she colored.

"You're sure?" Dorcas asked , signaling Emmeline "It doesn't seem like you'll be getting your breakfast back"

"I'm sure"

"Well, thanks."

"Uh-huh"

She tugged her boyfriend down the table , returning to their friends . Briefly, Lily wondered why Dorcas would stray so far up the Gryffindor table ( a location few other socially adept personas would dare stroll past) for a meager bowl of steaming porridge, but brushed it off as starvation.

Lily swiveled back to face her friend.

"Unhand my breakfast, Vance." She demanded "You bloody thief"

Emmeline looked startled, as if she'd been spotted naked mid-London underground.

"Well, sure." She said, handing her the pate.

"Did you scramble these eggs Emmy?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Emmeline tapped the corner of her mouth thoughtfully, "Now that you question it, I'm not really sure I fully thought that part out"

Lily sighed, another morning , another reason for James Potter to ignore her presence.

"Now, Lily. I really do want to return to the present issue, before the whites of the egg and the scramble-ment of the portions….."

"You do?"

"Uh-huh"

"What was it?"

"I don't know. I was merely hoping that if I ranted long enough, you would simply provide the subject for me, before I strayed too far off normal wizard conversation."

Lily sighed impatiently, looking longingly down the Gryffindor table , where the lighting was ample , the females spoke in dulcet tones and the males expelled auras of handsome illumination.

Sadly, it was just another day.

AN: I'll end this with a poem.

Such Drama,

Well, hang in there lads,

it'll be over in a chapter or two.

'though I doubt my hand will type,

If you don't,

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I know, it was bollocks , but it got your attention, eh?